there was a garden around the house
full of colors, with different flowers
the rain came to douse
for many hours
the small wound
that was bound
to grow in my background
roses turned black
clouds melted over my head
smoke came from the smokestack
the bruise opened: I bled
my eyes couldn't handle the sight
of destruction around me, made with gasoline
the garden had been burned during the night
killing the happy girl I could have been
