Thorn-full flower
bowed down on the ground,
her rotten head
kissing the nasty dirt with a soft thud,
and tears fell out of her irises,
together with the petals
that made her undivided,
but now it fell
       d
           o
               w
                    n
simultaneous with the rusty
memories and part of her decayed host
that were now ready to lie comfortably
on her already made death bed.

   What would you do now,
y'all haughty bees?
when you no longer wouldn't ferret out
this plant that you've taken
advantage of in years?

   I couldn't help but
scream in triumph
as my whole being finally
c r a s h e d,
I'll leave you all behind
without a single bid of
goodbye,
and just vanish into the thin air -
like a bird not afraid to fly.

But don't you dare miss me,
...for I am not worth
every of your shedding tears.