Be my Valentine

Stop by the flowerbeds

And smell the petal scent -

The blood red rush

Of roses

In the verdant air.

Tear the roots

From the soil,

And let the thorns

Pierce your skin

Deeply

With the urgency

Of pain.

Don’t flinch -

This is what

My love for you

Is like.

Displacement.

Red

Blood

Red
Pain.

by Jean-Michel K.