Delicate and pretty? No
No! I was no flower
I was coarse-grained flour.
You cleansed me with water
A pinch of salt – dare I now bleed?
Into my coarseness you expertly knead.
I’m smooth. I’m firm. I’m stuck. Oh f…
What will become of this mould, this mold?
Whose dreams and desires do I now hold?
You ripped me apart
Flattened my resolve (what resolve?)
Tossed me on the stove
I danced atop the flames that day
Puffed in all my desperate glory
Till crumbling ashes silenced my story.