leave me on the ground in the woods to soak up the earth.

when im done and my bones are filled with dirt come pour water over me in hopes that from my ribcage flowers might bloom.

come check on me from time to time, you can pick a flower for your new lover if you like, I wont mind.

come and see me, you can feed me water and tend to my weeds.

I know you couldn't love me in person but what about when I have roses blooming from my eyes?

I know you never saw any beauty in me but what about when I am the garden in which you take pride?

I know you couldn't stand to touch me when I had skin but what about when daisy spring from in between my bony thighs?