To Be One Again

On the ground lies a girl,

Dirt runs through her veins.

Thorns prick through her quick with a click.



And although the ivy burns her skin,

She lies in peace returning home,

Comfort in the muck as she disappears.



She envisions the lilacs and grass,

Will Begin to consume her completely.

Over they pass as fungi grow life from despair,

Tying lilies into her hair.



From above she ascends to a third person view.

From her aching body and bleeding heart,

Red roses grow a mastermind of the show.



Lying amongst floral arrangements

She closes her eyes

And disappears completely.