Cactus
A green plant with prickers upon it
why did I walk so near?
My skin begins to itch,
I cannot stop the scratching.
Strange… I never felt the prick.
Ten minutes later
“ochh!” I cried.
It carried flowers,
delicate and bright.
How did they survive such prickers?
And will I?
I cannot help but wonder
if there is something more
within this green,
strange plant.
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What I see within the plant is a metaphor for infatuation where walking too near pulls one into the prickles that you do not notice until later. The beauty of flowers equal to the beauty that entices with passion while under is the prickles of a relationship when the passion passes. Very nicely written a fave
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Reading this felt like holding something sharp in one hand and soft in the other…I’ve known that mix of hurt and surprise beauty too, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Excellent!
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