The Vase

Tall, pridefully stood-

Sway with the breezes

Do they know what it feels like

To be broken by another

Once loved?

Leaves, gracious and smooth

Dewy and vibrant

Lusciously swaying with the breezes

Do they know about the killer

That lives in their very own veins?

Roots? Uprooted. Pulled away

But pridefully stood, still alive

Still afloat in the murky waters

Of that porcelain vase. Do they know

What their future hold?

Petals shed to the core,

Who are they, really?

Baby pink, crimson, lilac

Painting themselves to cover up

What they already know.

Tall pridefully stood.

Horizontally now, though they have

Stood, they lay upon the ground

Vase ruptured to its very edges

It can’t stay together

Can’t hold what they once were

Pretty lilac lilies, beautiful baby pink roses

Their bare core too heavy to carry

They are the only witnesses.

(L.S.)


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