Creative Imaginations

Little Baby reaches to a flowering bush

and pulls away four purple petals as red

mother wheels her way through the gate

of the dog park.

Little Baby curls her fist around the petal,

then rubs them against her cheek, and lets

droplets of spittle caress the silky veins.

Red mother curls her fingers under

Little Baby's and opens them to find

the petals as purple as the fading tatters

of a royal velvet cape.

Red mother pinches it between her fingers,

digs her nails into the thin flowery flesh

until she is met with her own skin.

Little Baby wails, and cracks open the sky

to red. Maroon and crimson and scarlet.

Red like blood drizzling across the heavens,

leaving behind droplets of stars.