You crushed our flower hearts with your hands.
We watched silently as you filled our heads with white noise.
You pushed our motionless bodies that lacked hearts down the ravine.
Our bones crunching like twigs.
We lay still.
Our eyes unblinking.
Until you came back with brand new flowers to fill our empty ribcages once more.
You took our hands and lead us to your garden.
We were familiar with the process.
We knew it was wrong but your fingernails could cut through our petals anytime you were unsatisfied with us.
We were scared.
We still are.
