Every channel played a reminder of a time before
a constant reminder of the moments of now
always trapped within the thoughts of how
she made a decision
a precise incision
the projector continued to play
turning off the power would allow her to stray
legally they couldn’t switch off her power
instead they planted seeds to grow a flower
the flower grew
bright and blue
tampering with the circuit boards
replanting memories and strengthening cords
slowly she transformed
and forgot about the memories that turned
until her ears fully ripened
ready to open
and soaked in the knowledge of a time before
rotting out the flower to it’s center core.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
The flower grew.
Temperamentally Tina 