it was probably a king
back wherever it came from
its colors rushed up in a gradient
from a deep plum to a red that was
a slap in the face
it probably lived at the top of the tree
getting all the sunlight
free from the human things below
that destroyed its peers
wherever it came from
in a strong gust of wind
it swirled down to me
and landed right in my hand
beautiful
heartbreaking
made for me
it was probably a king
it landed in my open hand
and I twirled it once in my fingers
nearly brought to tears
then
tore it to shreds and left it
on the sidewalk
Kill Fear 