Our Flowers Bloom Again

The flowers bloom again,
It hurts.
Breeze smells of your perfume –
It’s worse
Than I ever thought spring could be.
Is this the love you spring on me?

Butterfly wings break free;
I feel
Them flap through my stomach.
I keel
Over and fall, spitting out bile.
You can’t help from splitting a smile.

Grass soaked with blood that once
Was mine.
You had me webbed, it thus
Was time
To show your hand – tear out my throat,
Wolf in sheep’s clothes – wear out my coat.

You’re not someone I miss and spite.
You’re someone who killed me that night.
You carved me room for sin: your attack.
Our flowers bloom again –

Are you back?