Petals

When my petals are withering, my flower bleeding hot and thick. My brain as swollen as my ovaries – my heart feels like nothing, but an empty pit. The tides of my mind become a bi-polar demise, fervent emotions that rise and rise and rise.

The pulsing of time willows and fades. Delusion more common with each passing moment of the day. My thoughts distant and array, sound becomes like water in my ear canals – desperate for a drain.

Compassion she calls to me, seeking softness from the pain. Yet, pride and her companion, ego, beckon more strongly their guise a faux shelter distant from my minds haze.

I drudge and I drag, eyes shift looking every which way. Where will I go? How long shall I stay?

The blood it stains my thoughts as it stains my sheets. I slink into my boiling tub, my skin as red as the heat I leak. Simmer and wrinkle, I soak away these blues. The reddest of red, it is the darkest hue.

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3 comments

  1. It's Her Journey · 9 Days Ago

    Compassion she calls to me, seeking softness from the pain. Yet, pride and her companion, ego, beckon more strongly their guise a faux shelter distant from my minds haze.
    LOVE THIS! The whole poem was beautiful but this part. Wow. You have a lovely way of writing! Thanks for sharing ❤✌

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  2. Ian D. Gundlach · 6 Days Ago

    Beautiful analogy. The only way to grow is by the flow…. of mother nature & the pen. Keep it up, love reading your work. Hope all is well in life & love.

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