I'm a plucked pink perianth, unfrequented and solitary, laid l | Every Day Poems
I'm a plucked pink perianth,
unfrequented and solitary,
laid lonely by the keyboard,
waiting to be typed
into a death poem.
When a shiver of light
touches me it reminds me
of warmth, of gold, the honey,
the things I used to crave,
but I guess fate resides
in someone else's hands.
