the onset of my descending mind: -
i remember it well

a baby flower
barely a flower
picked it up
told it to grow
grow
GROW NOW
GROW
scolding, screaming

ripped it apart,
unfolded its wings.
desperately tried to retreat
tried to fix itself

irrevocably exposed
efforts wasted
seethingly hurt

crying
CRYING
why did i do that

the foreshadowing
of my comeuppance