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Little flower
by Heather Franz (Age: 23)
copyright 12-31-2002


Age Rating: 16 to 127

 
It was a misunderstanding, a slip of the tongue.
Murder by words, there shall be no life here tonight.
I stumble now, running torn, shaken legs and hurried steps. Sorry sorry sorry.... sor.... Sorrow.
Falling down, cash hit hard. Warm swelling flow of throbbing red; Help. Someone picks me up, movement but my eyes deceive. Ripping struggles and hazed loud shadows all around. Watching, pushing, grabbing, tearing; Hurt.

Little flower blooming red, center black with pain. Shadows closing in crowding, engulfing, pounding
Into me, breaking, ripping me; Help.

It was an accident, a slip of the hand. Life without breathing, I lay here this morning. Pulling up now, understanding not the fog in my head or the pain in me. Ashamed, shadows lay beside me in a tiny room. Faces of deceit, clown... revenge.
Satisfaction; Help. Pulling around, away; Help. running, cleaning, scrubbing the filth away, tearing away.

The richest hate spreading, they didn't notice my past cries. I'll break and take away, no life here anymore. Wet shaken hands covered, no forgiveness.

It was yesterday, a simple tuesday. Weeks by numbers pass, secret cold no one looks or hears. Gone they are, I'll move on, happy; revenge to them.
Sorry sorry sorry.... sor.... Sorrow they'll carry.




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06-04-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut    

Kind of reminds me of the movie title "Helter Skelter" it seems to be all over the place, but life seems to be that way and this was interesting to read! Thanks, Anthony
12-31-2002 Alashia Turner    

I liked it I am new to poetry only being 13. There was so much emotion in it. It made me feel sad. I don't know why, but it reminds me of a time when I was 4 and I stepped on a angelica in mid-bloom. I cried and cried about killing the flower and my sister explained to me that all things die.
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