I chanced upon the flowers in the woods.
Sprung fangs,
bit my finger.
Recoil.

I slated my legs ahead of each other,
burdensome and horrid,
I was frightened.
Scared.

Every edge of the woods were now filled with these flowers,
thousands and millions.
I scream, useless.
Hysteria.

The fangs snap loudly, decibels above ranges
Overwhelmed and cursed
I collapse.
Brave.

It is a front, because this nightmare will never end.

Inspired by A Culture Rethinks Psychology by Melinda Liu.