Meant to Bloom (By Cat Matchuk)
She was meant to bloom,
to plant her feet in the dirt and grow.
She can’t get comfortable,
but wants to throw out
a sober retelling of emotions.
She got burned by the acid and landed amid a crowd of creators, above the rain clouds,
oh so high.
The air was thinner, not meant for human lungs.
A dull pain from the neck to the toes,
as she stretches across the cold stone floor.
Cold thin carpet.
Every bone is out of place,
a layer of sweat protects her from the underground cave.
It is summer, after all. And she was meant to bloom.
an acidic retelling of sober emotions. It doesn’t create flowers.