you planted words like seeds in my brain
it was great at first
they grew into flowers
bright and beautiful
welcoming spring

spring came and the flowers still grew
it was great. at first.
it became clear
that the flowers
were too big for their ***

spring left but the flowers didn’t stop
i wished they did
it was crowding my mind
consuming any thoughts
that were left

i tried to pull the flowers out but the roots were too deep
my mind was no longer
strictly “mine”
the flowers needed room
they didn’t have what they needed

it was too much, the flowers needed to get out
so they found the best way
through my mouth
my words
the flowers changed everything

everything