Crushed Petals

I make my bed
with the crushed petals of our relationship
delicate hues broken
when they were meant to give pleasure
It is there you take me
in unashamed ferocity
subjugated, spine weak
I lay
with finally enough time
to stop and smell the roses

by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

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