She once sat on her mother's lap
Teething white lilies
I stayed far away

Years past and she crushed pills on teeth
Mouth bleeding from thorns of white roses
I waited at her door

She sat on lust tainted sheets
Cutting the white rose from its stem
I sat on her shoulder

She hung from the ceiling
The thorns 'round her neck
I was enclosed in her mouth

She lays now in cedar wood
White lilies rooting in her brain and
blossoming through her spirit
I could not get to her through the dirt