The Gardener

February 15, 2018

I pluck a daisy from the earth.

Oh, what a lovely scent!

It's life seeps out, and I watch it die.

I add it's corpse to my bouqet,

a bundle of stolen lives,

a bundle of corpses.

I am the gardener.

My job is to take care of my flower garden.

I go to each flower, and make it happy.

I water my garden. I feed my garden.

When the flowers are beautiful and ready, I pluck them.

Then, I rip off their petals, one by one.

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