"REINFORCEMENT" by Syreeta Muir
Some love is serrated;
Love that lays a body down, gently,
With, “shh, baby...”“...hold still.”
Words, so sterile,
Drip from arid lips,
Deserts blown from fingertips,
Banking around fleshy succulents,
Happy to have tricked by reinforcement,
Standing back, perennially; self-wonder,
Pruning petals -
Never to be picked.
BIO: Syreeta Muir writes poetry, short, and flash fiction with a focus on folklore, nature and trauma. Read her poetry in TL;DR Press, her flash piece 'The Go-between' at horrortree.com and her poem 'Cutting Teeth' in Fearless Femme throughout November. Find her on Twitter as @hungryghostpoet.