You peeled the petals back,
delicate,
like fruit,
to suckle the sweetness of honey,
said I bloomed for you.
I longed to believe it.
Your lips pressed against
each sacred velvet edge,
the tips of your fingers
pollen stained,
like secrets meant to be
melted into saccharine spoons.
You plucked my petals
one
by
one
bitten between your declarations
as I shivered into your palms,
begging to be dismantled
in a way that would have me
growing back twice as full.
But I lie bare
adrift in a hollow fog,
an empty stamen,
a relic pulled clean,
an alter left petalless.
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Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Comments (5)
Very metaphoric. Enjoyed.
You give your all and they pluck everything from you - vulnerability exposed and plundered.
P-H-E-N-O-M-E-N-A-L! Go Tim! 💪🏾
Beautifully written.
Very beautiful imagery, Ellie. “One - by - one’ it was so dramatic! I love the image.