What if flowers screamed
when you plucked the petals off.
Would you still go on?

What if every shriek
only made you want for more.
Would you be afraid?

Would you be fearful
of all the lives you shattered
or your own numb heart?

What if flowers flinched
whenever you made a move.
Would you still not stop?

I once saw a rose
shivering under your snarl.
I heard her quiet cries.

Looked lily in eyes;
vacant rooms where no no nos
Echoed in disguise.

Sunflower; frozen,
sweating, its light extinguished.
I once saw her die.

I saw you walk out,
leaving the stars on the street.
They never recovered.

Did they make a sound?
No wonder they tried to scream,
but they were not heard.

What if flowers died
when you plucked their wings away.
Would you still go on?