A warm breath,
pulling at my seeds.
Lifting fluff high above.
Swirling, spinning,
dancing through the air.
Catching on the wind,
dropping and rising,
then falling once more.
A wish has been made.
I should be happy.
Smiling, and giggling like HER.
Instead I feel bare.
Like a snowball I looked,
soft, white, and fluffy.
Now I'm a stem,
alone and dead.
Discarded by HER.
SHE said HER words,
a hushed whisper in the spring air.
Such a sweet wish.
It should make me smile.
Giggle, or grin.
Instead I feel nothing,
for she made me bare.
HIS name on her lips,
as she took a deep breath.
Then I was cold,
colder than death.
HER smile should've been worth it.
Just like the others said,
instead it feels mocking,
as I lay in the grass.
Like SHE meant for my pain,
my sorrow, my tears,
to cut deeper than ice,
like she knew all my fears.
With the scent of HER breath,
I smell my last smell,
for the end comes slowly
as I watch my seeds blow.
The sight should be calming,
and fill me with truth.
Instead I feel sad.
And now,
now I feel nothing,
for now I am dead.
Because of SHE.
(Persona)
