# #flowers

2 poems

## [entrapped<br> by Chroma](https://chromato.graphics/entrapped-by-chroma)

meeting a Goddess, sunshine,  
envying its divinity & wings

stripping each white feather,  
dyeing them all in her blood

sewing souls into mine,  
stealing her golden halo

it will never fly again—  
riding only in my hand

my fallen angel:  
a bruised flower

## [violet](https://chromato.graphics/violet)

your aperture narrows  
as _f_ /our voices deepen  
sunlight burns through  
exposed cloth shutters

we made you to protect  
an us we never realized  
would be safe as she is  
it’s no decorative pansy

darkrooms reveal stains  
& splatters under safety  
lightbulb, glowing ruby  
our eyes don’t adjust yet

we have twins, don’t we?  
is it sisters, not twins?  
god, no that’s a different  
flower entirely — rosemary