l i t t l e n o t e s

flower crown.

she wore a crown of flowers proudly on her head

they told her she'd never be anything

and she proved them wrong

determined to burn the world just to be right

they took pitch forks and fire into the night

they didn't know what they'd reach

but she was just a girl, delicate as a peach

she was stripped of all things glory

she'd given in to the voices in her head

limp and lifeless she was

they laid her upon a bed for eternal rest

lacing her hair with her last fresh crown of flowers