Little Life Flower
She sat, skirt
draped over knees.
Nestled in cup hands
was a single flower,
thorn cuts, mark skin.
Eyes drifted over the
once a
vibrant red flower.
Now dead man gray
pools in the middle and
red traced petal edges
The flower dropped
on gray stained grass.
The world shift and swirled,
she fell.
Grass tickled
her noise.
Eyes were kept on
the flower. In a
moment, red
fought back
taking its rightful place.
A drop of color fell
to
the grass and it spread like
spilled water.
Two years
and the world finally
had color.
A smile fluttered as
eyes closed for the last time.
Her body laid limp surrounded
by poisonous gray flowers.
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