Floral Shop Blues

The snake coils and curls and bites her own tail A divine serpent, An enormous cobra of venomous secrets The percipient will have seen God by the time he acknowledges her tale  She cripples her own community of poison flies They had no other choice but to circle her debris, and they’ve gotten in the way of her manmade destiny Of the infliction they’ve faced, the worst are made up of lies Our protection from the hunter is made of wooden ply Additionally, dry sticks, cold stones and bitter resentment It weakens our community and my power as queen, so I’ve spoken to the hunter and yet to stick to our walls is his reply I smell and taste and circle around, his arena that appears he has left behind Me and my community await for his violence + terror in his ballpark, and we’ll fight but I predict a flood that will take us out in a fatal round Bound by our secrets, desires and personal harm she’s stayed afraid I’m afraid of what his heart contains so for now, I stay behind my walls I’m un...

While getting ready to go out for the night, a young adult fantasizes about his experience by the waterfront earlier that day. 

She sinks her hands into the hot white sand, while being reminded of the one she lost The relish of her lifestyle leaves her with a taste of drab and bland while attempting to savor the memories of their time together The smell of the sea catches up to her sense of touch, with the crystal blue water catching up to her physique on the shore The dynamic between her and her beloved can only be seen as rough, by her demand for more and her ex lover’s fulfilling purpose of picking her up from the floor They did not deserve the way she bore into them as a parasitic relationship that she wasn’t aware of After they left, she began to ponder who was truly listening from above No God would let such an intuitive fruit be stolen from an innocent woman Or so she believed for the time being as she sat on the beach staring into the horizon An angelic reminder that she ought to put in the laborious work of keeping her promise, or she is to lose anything and everything and be kept in this limbo-esque z...

PART A: Oil & Vinegar Of memories and experiences together, you’ve edged me closer to a breaking point like a consensual torture and I’m starting to understand why I’ve stayed for so long. There are some people that you just can’t be apart from no matter the circumstances.   When you were muted by your own punishments, the silence allowed me to scour the plane of a broken mind.   The destruction of your broken heart initially gave me peace but it quickly turned to pity and near disgust. That is one reason I travel further into directions I’ve never ventured before; to escape both of our tedious paths.   While you drink vinegar and I, oil, we’ll come together, as we were once, again. PART B: Enter as Strangers, Leave as Friends A girl sits, with crossed legs, waiting for a sign of relief to walk through the door Strutting out, in runway fashion, it is time for a new look ENTER AS STRANGERS, LEAVE AS FRIENDS She reenters with a whole new face, a whole new vibe, and a wh...