"Violent Visions"

“Violent Visions”

Not to bloom.

To explode.

Purple fury unfurls from the void 

petals once seen as soft are sharp as shattered glass,

Each bloom is a bruise of royalty,

Each bloom is a  scream frozen mid-air. 

Blossoms that refuse to whisper.

This is beauty with teeth.

Delicate yet violent, beautiful yet raged.

A vision so vivid it wounds the eye that dares to linger.

but savage elegance born from storm and silence.

They do not ask to be admired.

They demand to be witnessed.