Like a Flower

She was weak in the mornings,

Neck bent and eyes downcast

As the radio played throwbacks,

Fetid breath and rough hands

Dark brands, wide and deep,

Back bent and eyes bruised,

Yellow teeth and Old ripped up photos

That reminded her of her childhood.

As she rocked slowly to sleep,

Woken by creaks and footsteps.

But as the tv flickered on

And a groan followed by a snore

Added to the beautiful harmony

That meant the promise of night.

She became strong.

Fed solely on moonlight,

She bloomed, a night flower

That spreads its petals becomingly,

Strong and deadly she was a superhero

That flew through the city,

Keen eyes protective because

The cycle of dread never followed.

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