angry feet
stomped love into the earth
ignored the dirt under my fingernails after i
tried to claw it back out
used to be
flowers grew between cracks of concrete
always thought of signs
when i saw petals open against hard skies
frost gathered on our windows first
so thick my breath could not melt the ice
thought to carve out a message for help
but knew it would look backwards from the outside
now when stems grow
no petals come
bulbs are shriveled and small
hiding from your stare
even flowers know not to bloom
when you've buried love.
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