if i ate a
flower
seed,
they say
would i be
as beautiful
inside
as the flower
that grew
within me?*
they ask

and so i took
a flower seed,
popped it into
my mouth and
drank water to
moisturize it
everyday.

i felt it grow
and grow,
i felt a leaf
slipping
between the
hollows of
my ribcage.

i felt it
cradle my
lungs, a
perfect
description
of a hopeless
romantic tied
to its lover.

on one
unfortunate
day, however,
the vines
got hold
of my beating
heart too tightly.
i gasped
for air as the
flower ******
the life out of
me, but it
continued
to bloom
without a care
of my soul.

and there i lay,
motionless, dead
as the flower
blossomed
out of my opened
chest, making me
beautiful
inside out.