Just some poems I write/wrote when I'm bored!


9. Flowers & Funerals

**Short, but not sweet**


When I was just a little girl
I used to cover myself in flowers
Silky petals shining like pearls
No sadness, only sunny showers

The sweet smell of delicate life
against fresh skin so soft and tanned
now sliced violent red by a sharp, sharp knife
the sloppy work of my very own hand

The sun shone warm on my face
the wind blew the tangles from my hair
now I wear a fancy dress made of lace
in a permanent bed allowing no air

I’m no longer just a little girl
but they’ve covered me in flowers
around the stems stiff fingers curl
Death marks my final hour.   

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