i begged the sky
to leave
us alone
but it refused,
glaring down at
our bones.
we tried
to live
like flowers
but the ground
was starved,
our roots
shrivelled up.
even in rain
we wilt,
for none of nature's
blessings
could mend
our stems.
so perhaps
we are
better off
in cosy abodes,
our bodies
caressed in vases
until my
petals fade
and your
leaves break.
YOU ARE READING
unlit matches
Poetrycome and listen to the whispers of lions and the cries of fawns.
