Aconite

Hello.
I am Aconite.
Beauty.

Flowering, fragile petals of violet
sharp points, peaks of emerald
and glory found
in the loveliness of nature.

I am nothing but an innocent flower.
Can't you see,
my petals flowing in the shimmering sun?
Love me sweetly.
Careful with me, I'm fragile.

Hello.
I am Aconite.
Love.

But you push me, pull me,
trample my petals and break my stems.
You chew me until I am only dead fibers,
stuck between your teeth.

You make me your own,
cut my thorns
and break me,
chew and spit me out
until I am nothing but pulp.

Hello.
I am Aconite.
Hurt.

But can't you see?
Underneath what is tenderly loved
and carefully held,
there is something
you will never understand.

Hello.
I am Aconite.
Poison.

The serum is inside you now.
My fibers did well with their backlash.
My pulp let off my bottled up rage.
My thorns let off my pain and anger.
My blood is inside yours,
boiling with my frustration.

Soon, you will cease to be.

Hello.
I am Aconite.
Death.