Warning —graphic —
Corrupted flowers don't get picked.
The rotten bouquet laying on the counter gathers dust and grime that corroded the once blossomed plant.
The water shatters on the floor as it tries to find a home to share with, sinking in the dense air.
The eyesore of a once gorgeous flower was dying and no one noticed.
Because no one wants to take care of something that is used.
The roots cry out for help as time dirty the natural hues.
Cracking under the pressure that is being violated by someone else.
Turning an ugly yellow as it bites on the bits of sanity.
"You can't get away with this"
"But I can and I will" he whispers, leaving her body on the ground.
And he did.
A tragic ending for a reoccurring problem.
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PoetryPerturbed. Anxiety awaits those who can't distinguish between actions or emotions, therefore never implying what she thought was important. Animosity. Apart from her balancing on the tight rope, resentment tipped her over and down she goes. Deep int...
