Gardens

You put a fresh dahlia behind my ear last night,

And I have been waiting for it to turn to ashes.

I came to you to save myself from new harm,

But the flowers grew through the lightning flashes.

My soul ran for the exit, yet you chased it home.

I told you the truth, but it made you smile.

Through red roses, my dying freesias and rust,

I killed the darkest depths of borrowed denial.

-Jackie