I want to be made of flowers too, not just covered in them or wear them, I want to be the flowers: the petals

the stamens and the pistils, the thorn and the fragrance

I want to bloom and spill out into the wider world

I’ll give my all for a few days, to the air, the bees, the insects that eat me, and fade away,

my petals fall

and my half death becomes fruit

In my half death I still feed and nourish and the seeds inside me will live on in a larger life

My life will be endless

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