Day 21 NaPoWriMo: Petals in Wax

I followed the prompt and decided to riff off of the Narcissus myth a little bit.


Petals in Wax

She watches her face in the mirror

stares at her body, nose, and eyes

and sees her cheeks turn to roses,

her tears form into spring bells,

and her lips kiss into the first tulips;

her arms grow into lilies and trumpets

her buttocks hydrangeas in bloom.

But her petals begin to pucker

So she presses herself into a book

all of her youth captured in

between wax and paper

now lain into a relic and flat

brown and wrinkled

all the time wasted

in the mirror she did not

seek out a love that will last.