For the longest time i held it in my fist
know not why know not how
its sand quality
let it pass
in time with no remains.
at once what i held in my fist
seemed like a flower
it blossomed
in my sweaty palms
but then came the fall and it withered
in my same hands it rustled
In between a shrillness
of rustling and falling
things mushroomed around
what a pity i saw the same flower
blossoming around me
no more in the sweat of my arms
brighter than the red ink
flashing through my veins
yes i picked the wrong flower
and poisoned it with my sweat
even if it was
it would've had a pungent smell
the air around me is thick
its infective and lethal
To, all you blossoming flowers
you shall be dead if near me
so kindly go away
cuz i cant live with
a blame.
