There are blossoms in my chest
Rolling off my breasts, feathering out from my sternum, violet, emerald, scarlet petals
A garden of wildflowers is inside me
Zara Hanif is a Creative Writing graduate from Rhode Island College. She has art and writing published in Shoreline, Clockwise Cat, Albion Review, Operating System, Red Flag Poetry, Sheepshead Review, and now in Chronically Lit. She tries to be as haunting as possible.