Violent Flower.


This poem was written as part of an exercise to explore how a single piece can have different interpretations for different people.

She had never seen a rainbow,
Except in his moods.
They oscillated from deep dark crimson,
To lighter shades of maroon.
A mind scramble of a person,
Sometimes whirlwind.
Perhaps a violent flower,
The one that imprisons.
But the boundaries suffocate,
And the door was left open on the way out.

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