A Violent Blossoming

How you tear at the threads of my skin.

It is like an itch, a cough so intense I'll burst at the seams,

A gag that will vomit me inside out.

Is that the nature of spring?

To open again to the world.

A violent blossoming,

Exploding out into the surroundings with the seeds of life.

Our only difference, oh purple flowering tree of nature's royalty,

Is I hesitate.