Crumbs

starving skin and bone little bitch

waiting for the scrapes to fall down from

Master’s feast

~

such is the state of my heart’s affairs.

Waiting…waiting…

~

for a little nourishment,

sunlight and water.

I am a winter hardy rose.

Steeled against the cold blizzards.

~

It won’t be the harsh elements,

killing me 

an overnight frost withering my petals

~

A flower can go into dormancy

will not survive if dead growth

or withhold water and hide in the shade

~

Like a starving animal trying to live off

crumbs.

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