When my friend told me she thought of people as flowers I couldn’t help but wonder
what happened to me?
But then it came back, the way he gripped me so tight that my petals were crushed
The way she picked up the remnants of me only to break my stem.
I remembered so clearly that I bloomed only to be smothered and when I was left to grow again I did not peek out from under the soil to enjoy the sun
No, I crawled up through hardened lava rock and felt the sear of fire on my flesh. My petals became cut glass and my stem was made of steel.