Vittorio Luzio // THE FLOWER

Seemingly safe and soft,

a single tower spiraling above the filth and grass,

petals assemble a vibrant shield summit

centered around the single eye staring up at the sun.

 

A graceful girl in appearance approaches,

yet inside, she is ghoulish ghastly, ready to skewer,

quickly the keen cutters pierce

the crippled spine holding the flower firm.

 

The flower falls, defenseless,

it is picked up by the girl

and put in a pot with water,

simply to slow its impending passing

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