Delicate and pretty? No
No! I was no flower
I was coarse-grained flour.

Free flowing
Free falling
.
.
.
So

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?

Then

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.

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