There is a
Multihued flower
Of sadness and pain
Slowly
Unfurling in my chest
Like a fungus
Stretching petals
Slow and steady
Outward
From the rotten center
Into every limb and crevice
Bulbing
And then blooming
In decaying agony
Into every cell
And interstellar space
Of this strangely hollow body.

A gust of wind
Pollinates
Eternity
With my rusty blood.

©myriam 19.3.2019