Sarah O'Connor

It’s poetry time and I like skulls and flowers so that’s what I decided to write about and that’s all I have to say about it!

Maybe I’m just simple

or strange

but

there’s something about

skulls and flowers

that

makes me stop and look and

think.

 

Maybe it’s just cliché

after

cliché

after cliché. But I see the

skulls and flowers

and see

Hamlet and Ophelia

in one picture, complementary

life and death

which is basic

and stupid

and weird I know

but

it doesn’t stop me from thinking of that,

of them,

of seeing something basically beautiful in

skulls and flowers.

 

The weird girl who wears

skulls and flowers

though

usually not together but

I try, at least

sometimes I do.

This contrast that just

gets me

that just stirs some part

inside that

I know

looks weird because do

normal people

like

skulls and flowers

or even look at them and feel

anything like I do? Do they just

shudder?

Scream?

Flinch?

And turn away while I

hold on to them and decorate myself with

life and death?

 

Not that I own a real skull,

of course,

but who knows what the

future holds?

Right now it’s just artwork and

stickers and t-shirts and

necklaces that I collect and

hoard, this

Persephone feeling of being both

Goddess of Spring

and

Queen of the Underworld.

These two types of

power

I’d love to

inhabit,

hold,

mold myself into,

to be powerful in such a

soft and terrifying

way.

(Inktober Prompt List found here. Image found here.)