"I once was a flower. So beautiful, that it intimated you. But I of course had no idea. You were so..."

“I once was a flower. So beautiful, that it intimated you. But I of course had no idea. You were so scared, afraid. I’m not sure why. I never intended to. You talked to me so sweetly. I was your favorite. The way you talked to me was music to my ears. I fell in love with your beautiful hands. You watered me to make sure I grew healthy, so that I would bloom. Your sky blue eyes. I was fascinated by you. You were this interesting piece of art that I fell for. You were incredibly wonderful. I enjoyed your sweet fragrance. I was intimidated by you. You were so beautiful while I looked like the rest. But you chose me. You picked me. You cut my stem and took me into your home. You fed me and kept me well for a while. Little by little I became weak. I dried up. My stem couldn’t hold me up. I no longer smelled so sweet. Your eyes filled with tears. You’d weep, You’d try to save me. But you couldn’t.



You shouldn’t have picked me. Maybe you cared. Maybe be you loved me so much that you cut me and wanted me for yourself. But you hurt me. You should have not been selfish and taken possession of me, you should’ve appreciated my beauty…. because at that moment that you cared so much you killed me.”



- Natalie Pichardo, I Was Once A Flower

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