Musings by The Poet Loriet
Obituary For Lilly
Dead lilly petals
infiltrate her laundry basket,
rain down from the table above,
begging
for someone to put them
out of their misery,
sever the cord from
the lady who kills
everything.
She keeps talking to the plants,
but her words drip with poison.
Even love can't survive
in her house of death.
It strangles in a knotted
umbilical cord.
Escape while you can,
beautiful fragile blooms.
Fly far away from this
opressive stifling
amniotic fluid.
Search for rare
purified oxygen...
if it's not too late.
She will merely watch
you wilt as she smiles
at your untimely death.
She has given up
on nurturing life.
Her womb is dead now.
Lori Beal
infiltrate her laundry basket,
rain down from the table above,
begging
for someone to put them
out of their misery,
sever the cord from
the lady who kills
everything.
She keeps talking to the plants,
but her words drip with poison.
Even love can't survive
in her house of death.
It strangles in a knotted
umbilical cord.
Escape while you can,
beautiful fragile blooms.
Fly far away from this
opressive stifling
amniotic fluid.
Search for rare
purified oxygen...
if it's not too late.
She will merely watch
you wilt as she smiles
at your untimely death.
She has given up
on nurturing life.
Her womb is dead now.
Lori Beal
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Obituary For Lilly
Obituary For Lilly
