broodings

the girl who choked on flowers

when i met you,

i was an empty

s h e l l

but you shoved

soil down my

t h r o a t , and

sprinkled seeds

in my mouth,

i could not

b r e a t h e

you poured

water down my

w i n d p i p e ,

and hung a

lightbulb from

the roof of my

m o u t h

suffocating,

unable to rest,

flowers grew in

my stomach,

they were

beautiful,

but i could

not breathe,

they were

coming up my

throat, they

were in my eyes,

they cracked

through my skin,

and eventually,

they wilted,

withered, and

finally, i died.

after i was 3 feet

underground,

with the flowers

again, i became

known as the girl

who suffocated

on orchids, roses,

carnations, tulips,

every type of

flower imaginable,

and it was all the

florist's fault.

- r.s.