A chilly breeze plucked a white petal off the tulip sitting at the open window.
He loves me.
A second plucked petal floated with the breeze before coming to a rest on the damp soil.
He loves me not.
The flowerpot trembled as a stronger wind burst through the window panes, scattering petals in the air.
He broke my heart.
A thunderous gust flung the flowerpot across the room, shattered the clay and showered the floor with soil.
So I’ll break everything he’s got.
© Jade M. Wong
Revised and rewritten. I’ve been revisiting my older poetry and writings lately, since it’s been hard to focus on writing something new. How’s everyone else doing today?