What a Pretty Flower

Written by: John Lipari

I found a flower on my desk, yet I know not whence it came. It brought such warmth unto my heart although it had no name. It's colours changed from tick to tock and I knew that I'd been had, 'cause when I tried to pick it up, it had turned to pitch black sand. With such a transformation, right before my very eyes, I knew that nameless flowers were full of nought but lies. This flower, it did have no stem and, therefore, had no thorn. Though harmless to the naked eye, Left me utterly, truly torn.