A Thousand Tiny Petals: Fragments in Bloom
“Could you fade away just as quickly as you came?
You’re a burnt bouquet, there’s nothing left to say”
Wistful eyes
thickened
in vacancy.
Never believed
to be lost
in latency.
“Burnt bouquets”
beneath my eyes,
every day — I fear my demise.
Wilting with joy,
blooming in sorrow
How will I feel
waking up again — tomorrow?
Rising, rising, only to fall.
A thousand tiny petals,
a figment in near-monochrome.
A garden
destined to stall.
Delicate absences
held
fragile longings
to carry
A thousand tiny petals
bound
ever so scarcely.
Underneath—
a lapse, a crash,
ready to dishevel.
Infinite loops,
worrying, worrying, worrying
in a perpetual swoop.
