Still I Bloom

I’m a flower immune to sunlight,

growing askew where it reigns,

Petals worn thin with sin

I never learned to unchain

Held upright by mere luck,

not grace, not care.

I learned how to lie in soil

that keeps pushing me bare.

Still I bloom–

like I don't know any better.

Inside and out, I'm peculiar,

Brewing virulent nectar.

I give my all– sugar and water,

And I spit out poison-soft

If I draw you in, not out of pity,

Don't taste my bitter symphony

and tell me I'm wrong.

If I flinch when you grow closer,

It's the only way I know how to stay

Inside this body,

molding in decay.