I've been plucked from the most beautiful flower people would do anything to smell, to see, to touch the softness

It hailed
ground frozen; ice bullets gravitating towards my heart
frost bites my skin
The soil no more suitable for such a beautiful delicate flower, broken at the stem, rigid and slanted
soon to decay, back into the dirt
forever ingrained within land
when the flood comes and washes all the soil amidst
struggling, barley gasping for air the water chokes me,


I squint to reveal a fish in the distance
swimming ever so smoothly, scales shiny and brilliant
imbricated as armor to a knight
strong and natural