the orchid's leaves are dry and crumbled like a page who's margins are torched it's reaching stem has now been humbled to a brittle twig, it's life scorched
for a time, it was forgotten refound, but beyond salvation its roots becoming rotten doomed to damnation
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a girl cries on the kitchen floor clutching the *** to her teary cheek mind plagued by the sickly gore she's too distressed to even speak
the tab of paper placed on her tongue opened her eyes to the life that's lost her emotions unhinged and free to run the chemicals revealing the true cost
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the orchid, wilted, a symbol for love she's thrown away and betrayed but too painful to be let go of and too broken to have stayed
he gifted it to her in their last moment of a devastating goodbye she needs to reconcile- the flower is gone but she isn't ready for it to die
there's no such thing as a bad trip; only harder ones.