I held a flower against a setting sun
A short poem not about the beauty and nostalgia of nature
Published in
Oct 23, 2020
I held a flower against a setting sun
Orange petals like fire burn brighter against the dying light
I held the sinewy petals over my fingertips,
Now bruised as I crushed the bent veins
I suffocated a flower because I was afraid
and because I could.
