Closes her eyes and breaths in deep,
feels the heat of her tears,
tastes the sweet irony of her salty tears.
Opens her eyes,
fear grips her again.
Close...
Open...
Close...
Open...
It doesn'tchange,
she knows its not a dream,
yet it feels so surreal.
The nightmare unwinds,
her sanity unravels.
She hears a scream ...realises the shrill strangled sound is coming from her inner core,
vibrating with the pain that surges through her.
Her palms are raw,
there’s a metallic taste in her mouth.
She bites down harder to stifle the sobs rocking her body
Embraces herself and closes her eyes one last time.
Her head is heavy,
her heart wary,
her ‘flower’ crumpled and damaged
She drifts off ,
her last thought is the hope of the sweet release of death.
A warmth embraces her,
her body is whole.
She floats like a ghost among the clouds beautifully weightless,
a serene painted with a gentle brushstroke across her face.
She reaches down, her flower is in full bloom.
In that moment she experiences a freedom like none other,
Each fibre of her being released.
She wakes suddenly,
sadness fills her yet she smiles.
She is a woman of immeasurable strength.
Her flower will bloom once more.
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