Fleurir

Beauty can only grow through destruction.

The fact remains true until deceit flourishes.

Only then the veracity will turn false.

The marks around my ankles have mended.

Instead of supplementing, I reach for lavender oil resting beside my bed.

I bathe my dwindled wrists and withered ankles in this unction,

blossoming like beautiful lavender,

a figurative flower in a literal vessel

flourishing at the rate of light.