Sylvia's Tulips


i used to know a tulip
with petals like wings
and a hemorrhage in her soul
i watched her walk away and glance back
something behind those cancer eyes
i should have known that would be
the last time i stared into them
i think i did

know

i can't escape the wasted nymphette
i am drowning in her garden
i lie at thte banks
water lapping into my face
a little siren reaches down
to pull the hair out of my empty eyes
runs a cool finger over my burning face

and conciousness seeps away


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