flowers on my skin [ poetry ]

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i could never really tell if you were a caterpillar or a leech

if you were going to blossom
into a beautiful butterfly
or suck the life out of me

so i stayed

what else was i going to do?
i needed to find out

eagerly watching
and patiently waiting

gradually evaporated
left saturated
reduced to skeleton, sinew and cartilage

i had the clues all along
dotting the ground beneath
yet my question would not be answered until i had acknowledged what all the clues led back to
-
you