destroyer of nature

lying on this bed of nails
she knows she has done wrong.

why does she not speak of the birds?
the storms and the blazes of the fires?
she has grown to forgive the bipolar
disorders of nature.

but, how can she forgive herself.
she can not
forgive herself

for trampling on that perfect flower.
alone and pure in the center of the field.

-Pamplemousse