Olive stem slit
Xylem seeping with the thick blood of a crying wildflower
The pain inside like being torn apart
The shears leave the roots shrieking for their blossoms
The yin to their yang snatched for their beauty
her petals
once colorful
already seem gone
replaced with the wilting blooms
drowned in an ocean of the rain's tears
the source of their life seen only through glass
one at a time
rotting inside out
each petal droops
jumping into the trash
what have they become?
murdered for their splendor
yet begging to be with the likes of dirt
to be home
under the surface
to hide and begin once more