Usable Decay, Maiya Johnson

Usable Decay

Maiya Johnson

On top of what is left of me lays roses and sunflowers

The lies you told me were sewn in the stitches of my gown You brushed my hair behind my ear Before betraying me You showed me vulnerability Only to serve yourself The roses you gave me decay on the counter You wedged me like clay you thought you’d sculpt me Into someone usable