i scrubbed away my floral facade,
all the murals covering my face
to show you the truth of my body,
my gnarled and twisted roots,
but you were disgusted
by the dirt stains
and beetles skittering
between my creases
so i tried tattooing
bouquets onto my limbs
to cover all my scars
so you’d reconsider
not planting me in
your yard

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