by msutaris
I hand my mother
a rose
White petals mean
surrender
I watch her eyelashes
open and close
She takes it from my
hand
breathes red
onto delicate
flower
Her pearl teeth
shiny
not like the soft
white
of rose
comes
alive
with
color
drips
with
our
blood
She hands it back,
I plant
a new
seed
a new
bush
a new
thorn