The Garden of the Murdered

Watching too much Hannibal, figures.

I am a murderer.

I take gardens and make them into graves.

I plant my victims with hope,

And I cover them with life.

They crush under the weight,

Struggling to breathe in their coffin.

With time I force them to grow,

Force them to penetrate the life around them with wormy hands.

Force them to destroy.

Eventually I entice them through the surface

And allow them to breathe more freely.

But all too soon I inundate them

With the dry heat of circumstance,

As I conveniently forget to supplement them with more wet life,

Exuding vitality.

The stipulations squeeze out their ardor,

Like a woman's hands perverting the shape of a sponge,

Entwining it with her worn fingers.

She needs it dry.

Too much eagerness will only leave them disappointed.

I am a murderer.

Reviews

[krish]

It seemed like it's well written by a "Real Murderer" .. lol, Nice words and i liked it indeed, i'd even made some characters of her and you and i wasn't reading your this write i was even watching a Horrible Movie by your this write if i say from my Heart...
100/100, you deserved ..but as it's a online writing site and here we can discuss on each and every topic...so i've few questions related to this write, may i ask... but i'm confused here...why you chosen only this write to write, i meant from where it came from mind if i ask ?

[Allegra Patkos]

Thank you very much for the kind review! I'm very flattered.
Well to be honest, I had been watching a lot of a show called Hannibal, which, if you don't know, is a lot about murders. That's where that inspiration came from. In general it is a metaphor for the loss of innocence. The planting of a garden, something innocent and young, like a nursery, being turned into a grave site, the very opposite of innocence and youth. Etc. Etc :)
Thanks again!