by Lisa Marie Zapata
I placed a wilting rose in a gold trimmed porcelain vase
The natural instinct of man was to observe the sacred beauty of a flower, nuzzle her fragrant essence, and clip her from her roots
A certain death, truncated potential
Meandering in decay
Surely, in her next life, she shall return to form
as a thorn.
Lisa Marie Zapata is a writer and dancer from the birthplace of Frank Sinatra and baseball. She can be found on Twitter/X @LMZzz and on instagram/pi.fyi @ellemzeee.