the woman inside the flower
The woman inside the flower said she couldn’t breathe because there were so many fumes.
I said get out.
She said why.
I said you have to breathe.
And she said no I was actually inviting you in.
And I said but I want to live
and she said don’t we all?
And I said she was making no sense.
then she said isn’t that what humans do? Nonsensical creatures! Begging for breath and betting on death. But flowers…they resurrect. Every single one is a Jesus we forget to pray to.
Suddenly, I realized, this door was an opening and the fumes inside were a breath of fresh air. I realized this woman was just me in a life I thought unreal, unattainable, unfair.