Your own personal garden

Mae Spragg

You placed a crown of poisoned roses on my head, 

And a chain of hearts around my neck. 

I watched as you buried me,

Six feet under,

Dripping in your decorative jewellery.

 

I’d gifted you the shovel, 

Sparking clean and golden. 

You embedded the dirt of my grave, 

Into its shining surface.  

You planted the flowers, 

And watered them with my own toxin. 

 

You crafted an unknowing demise

In the shape of a silver ring. 

Molded the hot metal,  

around my very own size five finger. 

 

You ignored the blisters, 

The burns. 

Made by your searing tongue. 

Scarred into me in the most delicate swirls

Fingerprints forever branding me, 

Tarnished by you. 

 

Poisoned blood drips into my unblinking eyes, 

Creating irrational images, 

Of flowers

Jewellery.

Gardening.

And your hands, 

Never even daring to brand me.

  • Author: Mae Spragg (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 8th, 2021 17:40
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 27
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    wonderful imagery, clever utilisation of form and poetic license
    a great read!
    thank you, for choosing to share

    • Mae Spragg

      Thank you! That means a lot 🙂



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