Gardens and nooses

her arms are intertwined with vines

The cuts are sight of beauty

she is a garden

She has planted depression instead of tulips

the roses are gone and replaced by anxiety

She is a garden with beauty but no hope

She dies along side the flowers

With the vines that take her away

She was a garden

Until the vines created a noose

She is planted with the roots where she lays

Until she is planted again

Reviews

[Myra]

Wow I like the metaphors used here!