The poppies blowing in the wind so incredibly red, so beautiful nobody prodded in this area not on these beautiful poppies. But these poppies have a beauty no human eye can see at just one look. Because one human may see a beautiful, vibrant flower the other sees their next fix. These poppies get plucked and messed with until the beauty that is heroin is formed. Because not only is life beautiful and not only are the poppies beautiful but so is death, and these poppies create a quicker way to death as the cold sterile needle pierces through your skin and you clench your teeth down harshly on the belt which is wrapped around your arm the warm liquid coursing through your veins, destroying everything in its path like the war which once passed over the poppy fields of flander. Bodies will drop just like the soldiers as drug raged addicts share the same golden needle without sterilising it because they can't wait any longer, they need this beauty. The people who inhale the smoke through rolled up foil 'chasing the dragon' are also chasing death, cheating life all through this beautiful flower. Because beauty lies all around us.
Just not the type of beauty you think.
