Friday, December 18, 2015

Your narcissistic flower

Your malicious glare rips through
this cellophane wall
I’ve so carefully
drawn over my ragged nerves

but to my surprise
I feel nothing,
nothing at all.

Your narcissistic flower
blooms bilious yellow
in the corner of the room.

If I fail to bring it water
will it shrivel
and die?

Rachel Westfall
December 18, 2015

Thank you, Christopher, for this conversation in poetry.