Stuti Jain
Stuti is a teenage girl with a deep passion for art, writing, and all things creative. She spends her time, reading, writing, and coming up with new ideas. She is an accomplished poet with several awards in Scholastic and has been published/recognized previously more than 80 times.
crocus
by Stuti Jain
crocus, my dear
crocus. my beautiful crocus. soft
white blooms, innocent
as wedding bells,
happily dancing,
virginial,
beloved.
strangers
stop
and admire you,
take pictures
with your spine.
my dear, your
rot, inside
starts showing
as you thirst.
blue,
an ocean of blue,
pulls you inside of it
through longing.
you gasp in joy
at feeling
and then you drown.
the neighbors see your rot
the fallen prey, the ache of an ended
springtime.
the fallen predator plucks off the petals.
be mine, they say. be mine.
you want
to be theirs
but they do not hold you
just stuff you in a vase
blue, an ocean of blue,
in your dreams. your sleep.
they stop smiling.
stop laughing, at
least when they are around you.
you are
plucked
from the
grass,
taken
from
the trees,
drowning
in ink,
ancient,
withering.