May Flowers : Writing

Nebula

Nebula

A Poem by May Flowers


Sometimes I am surprised to gaze at my reflection and find that my skin is not purple, or blue, or green. Sometimes I am surprised to find two ar..
S h a d o w s

S h a d o w s

A Poem by May Flowers


They are everywhere: creeping down streets, weaving through crowds. Tell me, how did you get to be this way? Lost to the masses, frozen, thawed..
Scales

Scales

A Poem by May Flowers


Bend, bend, push off the ground. My feet disengage from the Earth, into the air, and then I’m d o w n, plunging toward the blue. My to..
Cut Into My Soul

Cut Into My Soul

A Poem by May Flowers


Cut into my soul; pierce my affection with blades. Watch as desire drips from my veins, staining white sheets, draining sensations. Cut into my..
Graffiti

Graffiti

A Poem by May Flowers


Where did the words come from? I knowwhoever is responsible meant for something more,but now the words have lost all meaning. Ifonly the rain could wa..
The Hesitant

The Hesitant

A Poem by May Flowers


Those who wander the mazes of fate linger perpetually in an abyss, seeking a completion lost in itself. One can never be that never was. Should ..
What Do I Want?

What Do I Want?

A Poem by May Flowers


I want a pack of cigarettes. I want to breathe in the toxins we were warned about as children in health class. I want to feel the nicotine handcuff..
Empty Purse

Empty Purse

A Poem by May Flowers


Switching handbags is quite a job. I’m always surprised by what I find at the bottom: dirt, gum wrappers, failed attempts at polaroid pictur..
Earmuffs

Earmuffs

A Poem by May Flowers


The wind carries songs of a million souls: free for all to catch, until they turn to ice. But earmuffs shield those who fear a chill; as the cold g..
But Not

But Not

A Poem by May Flowers


A flower, but not a rose; a beauty, but not in the field where she grows. Respected for all she's achieved, but not for all that she sees. Well-k..

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