Thursday, July 16, 2015


I clipped the bud before it blossomed.
I couldn't stand to see the colors--
the brightness, the sickening candy sweetness,
the beautiful and sacred burst from scratch.

It never has grown back.
The stem has severed, the sugar gone sour,
the sacredness blurred and stained by fingers
too bold, too careless to fathom regret.

currently listening to: You've Haunted Me All My Life by Death Cab for Cutie