demise blossom.

 

a bitter flower

of irony and regret

blooms within her chest

 

hidden there

holding a weary heart in place

stemming across imperfection

and mistakes

 

a petal falls

day after day

and she fears

what comes next?

 

words don't slip 

from parted lips

no cry for help

dry tears escape

 

the flower remains

unacknowledged and withering

a calyx of onyx

trapped within a dying vessel