Flower Poem

© Danielle N. Davis


The flower snakes from the cold ground.
Something once beautiful:
Disguised by the unmerciful forces of nature.
Its petals red as blood-
Smeared across each vein.
Its leaves are frail and dying.
The night sky, a dark background,
Hiding the creatures that lurk,
Suspiciously within the trees.
Its image:
Scratched, as if human kind had tried to erase it from memory.
But the image still lives,
Still breathes,
Still thrives,
Chilling me and my thoughts.
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