You cannot call it a flower.
Flowers don’t spew forth blood
And clots.
It does not bloom, only swells
And sweats; oozes.
Flowers do not ooze,
There are no petals.
There are lips for kissing, stretching.
Flowers do not birth life
That requires stitching;
There is no nectar,
Only eggs and rot.
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