a corpse flower
blooms beneath
a blue moon.
stench of death
held aloft
right underneath
our noses.
once in a decade,
hang suspended—
stuck in the liminal space
between two moments.
for a hairsbreadth
we wait
on bated breath.
*amorphophallus
titan arum*.
a reminder that joy
is fleeting, a rarity
eclipsed by twilight.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 1:49 PM UTC
a corpse flower
blooms beneath
a blue moon.
stench of death
held aloft
right underneath
our noses.
once in a decade,
hang suspended—
stuck in the liminal space
between two moments.
for a hairsbreadth
we wait
on bated breath.
*amorphophallus
titan arum*.
a reminder that joy
is fleeting, a rarity
eclipsed by twilight.
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