Wednesday, 5 February 2014

1 Poem by Melyssa G. Sprott

Florist

It’s-Too-Lates
and Please-Don’t-Leaves
flowers that
always deceive,
all of them—disbelieve.

Out-Of-Lucks
and Waste-Of-Times
flowers when
you lose your mind,
in this garden—so sublime.

Think-Me-Kinds
and Walk-Aways
flowers for
our dying days,
hundreds of them—gone away.

Forget-Me-Nows
and Slip-Your-Minds
flowers of
a different kind,
in this garden—most divine.


Bionote

Melyssa G. Sprott is dark and disturbing and has been expressing it with poetry and short horror stories since her birth. Her existence itself is an affront to all that is right and good in the world.  <sxyvxn79@yahoo.com>

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