Her hair was brown like roots
Growing into the spaces between your fingers
As you tugged and tugged
At the prettiest flower
In your garden.
You saw she was beautiful
And wanted her in a vase.
You snipped at her neck
And kept her in one place.
She needed the sun
Like you needed her heart
But you didn't want to be
The one to starve.
Her roots grew within your head
Due to her desperate need of soil.
She feed off of
Your ***** mind
And died as she reached
The oil.