Fewer Words Say More- A Collection of Poems

Spider Lilies

Plant a spider lily where your heart lays, so that I may grieve something beautiful instead

I'll watch it bloom where you were unable, red blood soaking the ground where your heart left none

These flowers reek of death, yet all I'm greeted with is life, the only severance buried under piles of lies

As its roots pierce through like you have ravaged me, you must finally contribute in blooming something

I turn my back to you, still afraid it may bleed; though your knife cannot get through the tangle of weeds

Even in death you fester my lilies,

I should have known beautiful would be only in dream.

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