Evan Watson (they/he/she) is a queer, Latinx student poet. They are an adoptee through foster care and lives in Durham, NC. Along with writing, they enjoy art, music, baking and cosplay. Their poetry appears in The Echo and The Origami Review.
Thin stem, thorned,
surrounded by the dead,
still reaching for the sky
even though its blushing petals
have fallen and seeped into the soil.
I wonder if it misses them–
how the rain reflected off their velvet skin
like jewelry; how they fanned out
like a crisp new skirt on a young girl dancing.
I imagine part of it wants to pull
those blackened petals back from the ground
and drape them atop its head like a crown
of dry, cracked flesh. While another part
wants nothing more than to watch
those pieces wither and rot away.