On a humid afternoon, I found a wilting daisy.
I dug her up and took her home.
A struggling daisy sits on my windowsill.
I gave her water, I gave her soil.
She drank them up, but they were poison.
A dying daisy sits on my windowsill.
\"You hypocrite.\" She cried, as she withered away.
Falling hair accompanied by falling petals.
A dead daisy sits on my windowsill.