Bloom by Skye Malhi
I grew in the most unexpected of places In the winter Underneath the silky frost Or at the bottom of black oceans I grew amongst the side of freeways Underneath headlights I grew amongst blood splatters that ran like oil paint I grew in tired houses And on pieces of paper Under a 2am moon That cast down a spotlight I grew in elastic thunder In midnight-coloured nights And starving deserts You see No matter where your fist sprinkles my seeds My crumbs My leftovers I will still Bloom Like bruised freesias Maybe I’m not the prettiest bouquet you’ve ever clapped your eyes on But I’m indefinitely The most durable.