a rose
into a vine of thorns
plucking all the petals off
in a bed of scorn

You turned
a snowflake
into an icicle
hanging on the eaves
falling as the leaves
daggers of steely deeds

You turned
a robin’s nest
into scrambled eggs
by breaking all the shells
you said you meant well

You turned
an azure sky
into darkened grey
rolling in the clouds
cutting the sun’s rays

You turned
a bright green grass
into acrid straw
turning a bighead
on all the things you saw