Mom's rose garden grew beneath the steps, and I did too. They weren't aligned and it bothered me. I always tried to fight it but she would come down and lay her hand on my bare skin and whisper, "They aren't growing."
And I would be red like the roses and blue like the violets.
She grew beneath the steps too.
notlookingforthepastorthe f u t u r e e e e e e
set down the lighter
put it down.
don't make it brighter.
I set the roses on fire.
she never knew I them on fire.
I set them on fire.
her hands on my bare skin and whisper,
they aren't growing