ripe.

ready to be plucked.

misshapen from pruning
a wonder it grew at all
no wonder it's fuming
scented of supposed sweet smells,

and it's permeating...

voluminously
think it a conspiracy...

but

I smell
it's stench
not hesitating
to choke the life out of any plant
close enough to give hell

to...[o.]

eaten away at by ants
stuck in a sort of trance

dehydration it's station
the opposite of patient
more weed than flower
in fact
flower devourer

with nary a regret about it
flower follower
at least until flowers
forgot about it...