Petals

Petals

In a dry, desolate, desert a lone sunflower stands

Shriveled, stunted, and starved, yet determined is the sunflower

Life, a vicious shadow, plucks each petal painfully off

Removing its innocence and purity with each petal pluck

That night

That night in the old yellowed tiled bathroom

You painfully plucked the largest and last petal off the flower

You smile as the petal plummets to the sterile ground

After; you stomped, stampeded and smashed my petal

With your size fifteen boots, you removed all light, never to bloom

So you thought, the flower knows no end and continues to grow, grow, grow

Grass greens around the sunflower where the desolate land once was

Lie, lie you claim to be a caring, kind gardener, the dirt on your boot from your love

Acting like an angel with a halo sent to relocate the flower, yet we see your horns

Horns, nature’s natural pointy dagger. Like a boiling bull striking through a young boy

Piercing him, burning his throat, my throat burns as I remember that night

Remember the old yellowed tiled bathroom where I grew my horns

Horns to protect people from peril

Grow flower grow, know no bounds