Death of A Nightmare Flower

Beauty unimaginable
Darkness inconceivable
A look that will turn your rebellion to stone
Scattered etchings of suicidal dramas in her mind
Slashing skin because the chaos pain was to real
Too close
The one who gives
And gives
Until time to take
The one who stands speechless
But walks with the blood of your heart in her pocket like loose change
She is a nightmare
A flower
Picked and blown away by the wind screaming through the sky

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

oh my goodness :(( she slips away like a mist no matter the love offered :((( L3 is killer for me .. as if the eyes of God are beheld .. and squirming ... brutal honesty demanded .. wow! i think your poem is deeply sad .. deeply spiritual .. and strong voice for those who so utterly feel incapable of expressing their pain .. that cutting is the only answer seen .. well done says i .. strong voice for those unable .. nice work!
E.

[Neal S]

Thanks for the read.

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of a tragedy. The subject of the poem was seemingly troubled, possibly a self mutilator. Apparently she took it too far.

[Neal S]

Thank you for taking the time to read.