it’s fun
to use words to paint flowers
when you want to talk about slitting your wrists
it saves you from read koran, talk-to-God kinda advice
who cares why the petals are red
why whorls on my notepad resemble a spindle
onto which a razor-sharp blade could twist –
the euphoria, the joy – your pretty little secret
who would wonder why the anthers look pale
(maybe this is the right shade of yellow)
or why the style looks so weary and tired
(who cares how difficult it is to give birth)
they would look at the flower in its entirety
assuming you’re a person: the whole, the self
and you can smile and say, i know i can write well
Fizza Abbas is a Freelance Content Writer based in Karachi, Pakistan. She is fond of poetry and music. Her poetry has been published or is forthcoming in quite a few journals including Poetry Village, The Daily Drunk, Indiana Voice Journal, London Grip and Poetry Pacific.
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