The Killer Of Flowers.
Photographer unknown. She bled a thousand tears Broken down and torn She stood so strong Just to keep you around. Her misery coated her lips in red While her desperation coated her skin, Faint as the perfume you bought her again To pacify your aching guilt. Just a beautiful girl That made you the center of her world. The needle slips in again As she rides high on the thoughts of a perfect reality. But the truth is the sin you commit. The killer of flowers, You are her winter, Smothering her in your selfishness And careless need. Nothing but a husk You leave to be someone else's storm With one last breath she opens her hand Leaving behind a lonely seed. -Ashlae Grisham 04/1/2020