Phantom Tantrum

Dressed in hand me down marigolds
Your words taste like chemicals
This pollination is ripe
You peeled my skin like a knife
Now you’re picking the petals
Singing old nursery rhymes
Love me not, love me not, love me not, love me not
Now you’re picking the petals
Singing old nursery rhymes
In aching overtones of skin
Thrown out like old centerfolds
Your words taste like chemicals
This altercation is ripe
You peeled me out of your life