August 27, 2009
I never knew flowers could smell that badly.
While I could see through the surface of their crystal clear vase,
I couldn't see through that murky water.
Distracted, dazzled by their beauty,
Everyone assumed the flowers were thriving—
I did not.
I lifted the flowers out of their glass prison,
And what followed the stench, startled me.
Nothing could steel myself for such a sight:
The stems were stained,
Straining to keep straight—
I was wrong.
I was stunned.
I was stupefied:
The flowers had died.
And the signs I denied,
Now, had no where to hide.