She smiles
At it's delicate beauty
Studying it's every petal
She looks at the flower
Holding it tight as
She remembers her past
Her old house
Bushes of these flowers
Her dead mother's favorite
A tear falls on the ground
Then another
And another
She weeps
Her mother's favorite flowers
All gone but the one she holds
The flower's thorns dig
Into her hand
Reminding her of her father
He hits
Causing mother to drink more
Poisoning her
Anger burns through her body
More tears fall
Staining her satin dress
The flower falls out of her hand
On the ground
As she remembers the day
Her mom lets go of her hand
Limp in her own
Dad kicks hard on her back
She grabs the flower
Observing its long steam
All the way till its cut off end
She dries her tears
Trying to forget her past
But remembers once more
Father's car roars to life
She sits alone in the house
As her dad drives away forever
She stands tall now
The flower in her hand
She looks at her scarred arms
Pushing her memories back
Leaving the spot where she sat
Remembering the first day of self harm
The scissors in her hand
Stained with blood
She stares at the cuts and cries
She heads home
Flower in hand
Its her mother's favorite
A rose.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Poems From The Mind-COMPLETED
PoesiaJust a bunch of random poems about anything that comes to mind. Completed.-editing at the moment but completed. please tell me if there are any speller or grammar mistakes. Thanks. Book 1 of Poems From The Series
