Wednesday, 13 July 2011

Flower Displays

And so left hollow like a china vase,
The pools drip slow and flow uncertainly out.
And the rim is sweet, delicate and tender,
Left chipped by bitter deceit that it
Was fulfilled. Once filled with flowers
And fleshy with love, not resentment
Or disappointment. Wilting affection.
And it feels like an empty room
Between them, hollow as a discarded
Vase.

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