I was being overly dramatic that day
and no one noticed.
perhaps that is why I locked myself into a field of flowers
that started wilting as soon as I set foot there
the bear trudged around
beyond the door
living my life
its drooping eyes hooded
blind to my dead petals
the light
white and raw
sliding across the bouquet I’ve gathered
the stems fall to my feet
thorns on my toes
the dragonfly with red eyes
flies away from behind my ears
leaving me while the spines scream into my floor
their throats inflamed
peeling my shell
I’m exposed.
but this is better, isn’t it?
I leave this grassland
to join The Bear again.