life without you is a breath of fresh air
yet my lungs clasped together at the thought
tightening like forbidden air wrapped around skin and bone
flesh and soul
life without you was sweet honey dripping down my lip in diminished famine
yet glued my jaw shut in serenaded words that repeated over and over like a broken record
as shattered pieces scattered the floor
i was wrapped in begonias and daffodils painted in mademoiselle and cotton as the sun gleamed on my soul now found and enriched in life and beauty
yet the flowers wilted into my skin they dried and died in the day and in the night so did i
crippling and crumbling into nothing
nothing but a flower
where mesmerization condensated into a mist
and the air was tasteless
