orchids

Words used to be unspoken, 

but now they blossom 

like orchids on a barren field. 

I pick the orchids before 

their buds open during 

the spring. 

The orchids die 

since I was selfish and 

picked them too early. 

I forced them to try and survive 

without nutrients 

or water. 

Now, I’m surrounded 

with rotted petals 

and stems. 

I wish I left the orchids 

in the barren field.