See, see!
She cannot produce anything- she is barren.
She is all dried up.
What use are you?
You senseless fruit?
You have no seed,
you are orchid with no root.
you sit pretty in glass vases
perched on dusty window sills.
stems rot,
your beauty falls.
The shallowest flood finds you
distended.
You have no ground
you do not float;
where are you?
somewhere between drowning
and evaporation.
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