Forlorn lilies shoved under the vase of her throat
Neck tied under cobra wrath
her eyes have turned infant
SLASH!
Cicada songs, twig grazes and a field full of despondent lilies to drown
she watches vulnerably, her crooked skin getting gnawed
BLOOD!
The ghost of the lily garden watched her die Feebly
It watched her die
It watched her|
It watched|
