the flower on her deathbed -
glamorous- and - wine
the flower has fallen
-instead of growing
the glass - fulled of wine
then broken glass - stopped it
she wasn't drinking the water -
not a tiny - brain
even thoughts -
she - had her purple wings
a dove - covered in
lightness or darkness ?
of course it is !
you cannot deny -
you cannot - tell me
at the woods
no one knew anything -
even the gods -
because the gods believed
in seasons of wisedom
- flowers did not -
stucked in the medieval -
so everybody got burnt
little croumbs -
the other - crowns
she called them clowns of hell -
you and the other flowers
didn't had
the enough of the red ink
because they were
in the - eyes -
though later you were -
throwing up -
these bags of blood -
from your eyes -
that called into every eye of flower -
every struggle - for nothing.
© E.