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—

Keep strong.

I was wrong.

I was stunned.

I was stupefied:

The flowers had died.

And the signs I denied,

Now, had no where to hide.