maybe the flowers will bloom
she spoke
but flowers die
i kept silent
i saw them wilting
and felt
their rough, dry leaves
crackling and cracking
like stale bones left from ***** bodies in the soil
they remain
next year
she said
next year we will get better rain
to wash away the tears i thought
i thought
i thought you were better
she sighed
i knew there was no better
life is hopeful
life is worth it
i know
but no one knows. Anything.
is it a flower or a ****
she asks
who are we to say
i am a root in the way
where you want daisies
i destroy the ground
i block the way
dig me out
dig me out