Deflowering
Honesty is the Best Policy & Other Inner Ramblings
He picked
her up gently by the stem and snapped her into two,
and then he tore off
her petals to seek the fragile centerpiece,
he sucked
the pollen out of her core and
he turned
her bulbous pistil into a scraped up shell,
his filthy residue still remaining within
simmering into
disgust.
She was
all out of petals and bravery and all
she had left
was a healing stem without a crutch, so
she unforgivingly grew
some thorns and pricked
the right people for all the wrong reasons, and
the wrong people for all the right ones.
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Ræ Sü Mn K.
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