I was like a rose in a garden and he plucked me
I glowed in his hands
The sun ignited my colors
Even as they bounced back and forth off his skin
For a moment he held me tenderly and he admired me
But only for a moment
Soon he took me apart, petal-by-petal
Until all that was left of me was a skinny green stalk
And my single thorn, which I pricked him with
It stung and his blood dripped
Drop by drop
Adding color once more
To my pretty petals now scattered all over the floor
My every teardrop became like a whiplash on his pelt
My cries gave him migraines
My sadness was his madness
Soon he became insane
©Nina Fabunmi 2016
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