starving skin and bone little bitch
waiting for the scrapes to fall down from
such is the state of my heart’s affairs.
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,
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