The girl with flowers in her ribcage
There were flowers in her ribcage
A garden in her soul
Roses, lilies and leaves
Nestled amongst her bones
A bed of beauty and nature
Twirling up her spine
Tiny thorns and small stalks
Harvesting on each vertebrae
Patches of floating colour
Where organs ought to be
Her entire body was a labyrinth
Of whimsical foliage and greenery
Her paradise sprouted tenderness
And blossomed with infinite joy
She planted seeds of love
That grew roots inside countless hearts
Eventually turning into daises
Beneath their own, trusting skin
Yet no one picked the petals
Or counted them one by one
For it was plain to see
That she already loved them.
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