Touchy Flowers

You cut us down to use for your own.

The yank of your hand breaking our bones.

Yes, we are as beautiful as gems.

Pick us and see the screams visible from our mishappened stem.

We have feelings too.

You can’t simply repair us with glue.

We die for your deads.

Always destroying our flower beds.

Decorating your deceased’s grave.

A great payment for the beauty we gave.