I killed a flower for you, the other day
"I killed a flower for you, the other day it was a magnolia and its only crime was its beauty" I say to her as I put the flowers on the bed of her grave "and it got me wondering if beauty was the reason you got plucked so early in the seasons did the gods fear the summer would be too harsh for your delicate petals? or the winter brutal on your roots?" I pull a single dandelion that's peaking though the concrete by my side and I add it to the bouquet of the other flowers I've killed to make her shrine " oh don't you worry it would've just ended up a yellow smudge under someone's shoes you see, it grew in a crack in the pavement a by-walker would've stepped on it by accident and it got me wondering again if your beauty was the reason for your absence if your fairness was what made the gods deem this world unfit to host your essence , if it's ,indeed, the light in you that made them go to such lengths can the gods be kind a