wandering
Scattered bones
Scarlet flowers
Dressed in white
Dirt and vomit stains
I hear the voices of those below me, those who are buried.
I scream and rip up the grass
Flower crowns choking me
Squeezing my neck
Tighter and tighter
My bones shattering
It's misty out
I'm suffocating
Everything turns red
Now I'm dead
