Flowers
Flowers
Die for me slowly, because you’re beautiful.
I touched you, you bled me, how awfully rude of you!
I’ll take you from your roots and everything you know!
Stay this way forever, don’t you ever grow!
I’ll cut you, and flay you, dethorn you, display you.
“Leave” You barely with any, wear that glass gown that I gave you!
Oh no! Don’t fade, damn you, you’ve not my permission to die!!
I’ll hang you for this, dried and preserved forever, your beauty is mine.
KTupua December 2023