Circulating the papers I had made from honey
The bees soon find out I've stolen their earning
A swarm, a hundred stings enclose my skin
They leave me alone to decide if it's a loss or win
I feel like I've plagiarized someone else's personality
Unintentionally, I dived into madness of hostility
I hadn't even chased after the rabbit that ran
Yet I'm falling into desolation as I stand
The burning skyscraper disposed over there, you see
Is my ashen mass of flesh raging over me
Everyone else has been evacuated out safe
I hope they keep this body as a keepsake
A sure-to-perish existence needs no water,
Soon I shall stop being the mortified daughter.
YOU ARE READING
And the Petals Fall
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
