in a field dressed in silken lavender
where the universe
encompasses your entire being
like a mirage filled with celestial forlorn
there lived a girl
where dead chrysanthemums
grew inside her mortal rib cage
who's velvet gossamer thirst
expanded to the Nile
with a mind
to satisfy others
and not herself
she grew fond of euphoric honeydew butterflies
for their beauty
was something she wanted
she began to eat them
with no signs of remorse
swallowing them with righteousness
for she was creating her own poison
from her own beauteous desires
