Flower

Music: Lana Del Rey - Born To Die The Paradise
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3wygLRmSHI

Time:9:48 pm

Limp like a dying rose days without water, the stem is a floppy green string of common death.  Soggy and damp to the touch, her petals start to cry deep red tears.  The north wind confuses her soft head,  blowing in the dark a distortion of directions.  Where do I go? Where will you go? Where is your hand for me to hold? Why do you have thorns that cut me?
So many questions and so few answered. My gentle flower regards me in her quiet wisdom.

I feed her liquid, feed her life.  She drinks hungrily, but only just holding off death at bay.