Flowers; People

She hated flowers.

There were too many types, colors, shapes to comprehend.

Too many names.

Too many meanings; some hold multiple interpretations.

They eventually die too,

even if you take care of them, cherish them.. they wilt and wither.

But even when they die, they look beautiful;

Dark, defined feature.

She hated flowers.

People and flowers are alike.

2 thoughts on “Flowers; People”

  1. I really like the metaphor here between flowers and people. I’ve always been fascinated with the language of flowers, and how each flower means something different. A great, dark read: thank you!

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