Petals (Jaded).

so broken by life—
there’s no where to love
& no one will find me.

whispers will.

they will speak
of your evils—

even if
you only bring me flowers.

I’ll take your petals
& sprinkle them in
bathtubs among

natural strobe
lights & submerge myself
in recycled,
dirtied waters— 

where I can be as
human as possible.

crying & contracting.

ready for love.
ready for loss.

Mark Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2015

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