Ask the Flowers

Are the depths of cruelty boundless?
ask the flowers,
ask the roses and lavender braided
in our hair.
We sit and stare upon their every care
and watch while
they shrivel and die like a man cut
at the roots
and placed in a bowl of his blood.

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