HanaHaki Disease
This smell of flowers still lingers in my lungs. The bottom of the toilet staring back at me. The flowers now sprouting up like parasitic vines.
They wrap and coil around the bowl viciously reaching back and grabbing me.
They creep into my mouth and down my throat back to my lungs.
The butterflies that once fluttered so graciously in my tummy turning into angry gargoyles clawing their way through the lining in my stomach.
I hear your voice speak to me and see your face in the bottom of the bowl.
I fall into the flowers angry grasp.
How could I ever stay angry at you.
I choke and struggle until they finally finish the tears streaming down my face from the struggle.
I inhale and the flowery scent has filled my lungs once more my love.
The flowers have grown over my eyes, the vines now draped over my shoulders, my fingernails bark, and my breasts roses.
The perfect Garden of Eden for your needs.
But no matter how many flowers take my body you'll never love me...
