Metamorphosis

Innocence 

runs through the flora 

looking for dots of yellow.

five tiny petals—

she plays the game,

holds a delicate flower 

under her little chin.

does she like butter? 

the future reaches out 

eyes darken, lips moisten

breasts swell, hips widen

Corruption

clutches the small sun;

youth cannot survive this field.

deep purple petals—

a foreboding hood,

beauty with a secret

bitter as dandelion greens.

do you want a taste?

About the Author

Sierra Tufts-Sicard is a senior English major in the Creative Writing concentration with a minor in Professional Writing. She has been telling stories since she was young which has blossomed into a love for writing stories and the occasional poem. She has been published five times in Quiddity, and hopes to continue publishing works in the future along with her current novel-in-progress.