Prateeksha Jana, Class X D
The flower I adored, not the lily,
The one with the sweet, sweet smell
Like burnt sugar and texture
Like taffeta, a bud
Which could be beautiful
That flower rested in my garden
In that summer
Beauty of the light
Heat of the air
Until spring came around
With green grass
Fruits on trees
And the flowers I adored
Adored, till spring came around.
Until the flowers grew around me
The sweet scent turned cloying and deathly
Until they grew on me
And I couldn’t move
I couldn’t breathe.
Everywhere I looked, I saw it
I looked to the mirror
Hoping for sanity
But I saw it.
I tried to get it to unwind from my throat
A necklace of the flowers I adored
Now rotting
Until the spring where they suffocated me…
