Picking Flowers

You called and told,
'I belong to you no more…’


You cried.
I felt you puncture
In the forcible pull.
Turned red, bled
Severed. A body
Without the head.
I heard you drown
Without your crown
Blood spewing,
Your mouth filling
Overflowing, a dam
Left in sham
Bles
Bubbles. Bubbles reflecting
in your eyes abursting.
And you convulse
As you chase your pulse.
Your 2 minutes upping,
You’re swaying, reaching
With your headless body dancing
Denying
Your 2 minutes upping

You bled, you're dead
You lost your severed head.
You lost.

5:42 PM
21/08/14
-must be how picked flowers felt