When pink flower pedals fall,
You might have thought the world would stop for you to admire them in all their beauty,
You sit down to watch the show when suddenly the pedals turn a greenish hue,
Coming down in force the pedals rain upon you leaving burn marks and charred skin in their wake,
Feeling no enjoyment now you decide to run away only to find yourself boxed in and the sun black,
Banging the walls with all your might you scream in fear as more and more pedals descend downward,
Screeching and clawing at the wall the acidic flower pedals pile up continuing to burn your skin,
The pedals now reaching your neck you collapse with pain and black out,
You awake to the soothing voice of your mother waking you up saying “It was only a dream.”,
You hug her tightly and she does likewise her head over your shoulders,
But what you do not see is that her face is that of a serpent,
Black tongue flickering between her lips etched in an evil grin.
