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My breath is lavender
The scent of a man in love
Under my eyes a meadow of violets blooms
My nail beds are lilac and forget me nots
Peonies bloom in my hair
I pluck them for decoration every morning
My lungs are morning glories
My heart pumps honeysuckle through my veins
At breakfast I cough
Daisy
Wysteria
Verbena
Discreetly into my napkin
I sip water down a throat of overgrown vine
I smile big
“There’s green between you teeth.”
My beloveds colourful voice is more beautiful than chrysanthemum
The cherry blossom branches snap as I spar
The petals poke out of my sleeve and try to fly away
I grab them as I fall to the ground
I run to my room as I cry angelica
They are yelling for me but I can not hear as I am busy growing sweet pea from my ears
It wraps around my neck as trumpets crawl from my left nostril
And down my cheek
My door remains locked
My day has ended
Lance is not here
Please leave a message
Dandelions grow from my opened palm
Through my tightened fist grows clover
They bang on my door as my body becomes a garden
I try to speak but choke on verbena and zinnia
My body aches as magnolia branches through my leg
It snaps as I bend my knee
I grow bluebells from my scalp
Along with petunias that weave through my hair
My peonies are claiming territory
As my shoulders are overrun with pansies
I do my best to pluck from my body
And leave the blossoms on the floor as I walk to the bathroom
I leave the vines alone to keep from permanent damage
I pull dandelions from their roots to keep them from growing back
I feel branches dissolve into my blood for nutrients
My body is starved
I run a bath and fill the tub to the top.
The water is icy as I try to kill off the only beautiful thing i am
Water lilies and lotus blossom on the surface of the water
I sit for hours
Chilly chilly water
But my flowers hold strong
I rip roots from my flesh and step out of the watery flower bed
Morning glory has escaped my left lung and grown up my xylophone ribs
Out of my right nostril and across my forehead
Honeysuckle hangs off of collarbones
I pull on boxers and sit on the carpet
My skin drops seeds
My back grows jasmine
Chamomile travels my shoulders
As i become surrounded with sunflower and iris
My door’s lock is picked open
“Lance?”
My beloved’s colorful voice is more beautiful than the hydrangea
Rising from the floor
My cheeks are rose and poppy as the carpet sprouts
Daffodils
My room and body are a garden
I am a piece of art waiting for praise from my creator
My love walks closer as
Carnations
Begin to bloom
He sits in front of me and holds my face covered in vine
He looks into my eyes
And I smile real big
“There’s green between your teeth.”
My beloved’s colourful voice is more beautiful than the coral vine between my molars
He wipes away my tears with fingertips
Softer than flower petals
My beloved unweaves bluebells and petunias from my hair
And plucks out peonies
But does not set them aside for decoration
He pulls morning glory from my lungs
Honeysuckle from my heart
He unearths sweet pea from my ears
Unwraps my throat
My beloved pulls green from my teeth
And trumpet vine from my nose
He mows down chamomile from my shoulders
And jasmine from my back
He carries me to his bed and lays with me
His back pressed against mine
When I wake the next morning
There are no peonies to pluck
To set aside for decoration