Flowering Faces

Cocoons Can be Comfy

Don’t try to tell me

Flowers can’t have faces.

If I want a scarlet somebody

Growing up in my mind’s garden

With peekaboo eyes

And pursed lips,

So be it.

If I want to fashion

A pink tree

With blue veins

And feather boas

Round her skinny limbs,

I have finally let myself now.

No need for permission,

Nor reminders it isn’t realism.

I know it may be childish scrawls-

Certainly strange ones-

But I no longer have that urge to

Change the oddities

Inside me…

Instead, I long to allow them to

Flow,

Show my face

In the flowery lines

I decide for me…

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