by Ellie Lambert
by Ellie Lambert
published Fall 2018
Flowers for Susan
In the morose foyer we wait
Corralled,
Our frames pushed together
Uncomfortable,
Like cattle in a desolate field
Silent,
Nothing to say so we observe
White,
It covers the walls, covers the floors
Black,
Bodies surrounding me
Vameless,
He summons us for the main event
Mysterious,
Our very own Charon leading us
Overwhelmed,
By the chamber's sensory overload
Flowers,
They're everywhere, taunting us with
their beauty
Bleeding,
An earthy, putrid aroma filling the
air
Sweet,
Still they cling to life, producing a
scent so unique
Suffocating,
Feeling trapped although so free
Deteriorating,
Their leaves curling up like the legs
of a wounded spider
Crushed,
At the slightest bit of pressure
placed on them they crumble
Draining,
Their already broken forms of the
vibrancy they once had
Suffering,
For they are watching their lives slip
away from them
Terrified
~Ellie Lambert, Senior