Beloved Monster


his hedge clippers

were rusted clay

chipped pterodactyl

jaws


they cut through

my blackberry vines

my rose bushes


he left them

to dry in the sun

like rotten sweetcorn


I found a rose on the dried vine

the size of a beer cap

and wrapped in lime


you became the head

of a woman made of

foxglove and olive

leaves


under my

yellow raincoat with

four sleeves we played

a game of hide and seek


after the sun was gone

you began to rot

I had to throw you away

you'd attract flies


in the morning

your petals fell into my bed

like the burnt newspaper

in my parent's fireplace


I didn't bury your ash

It was lost to the wind