Fearsome Critters Literary Magazine

Tangled

the rot of hydrangea
soaked into my dream:
the ruination of white,
pastel petal to putrid pearl

in the dark, i wondered
if i too, was in a state of decay
was i softly browning
spoiled,
ephemerality obscured in waste

you seemed potted in new soil
fresh and florid
though only i knew the
tangle of your roots

i let death surround me,
perfume petrified
and let the night
carry on.