Flower body

Wilting flowers dying slow. Dying dying No, I can smell the death in this house Not death like rotting Death like antiseptic And clean bedding. Soap and florescent lights To heat a dying body. Curled up like a grown fetis Ready to birth into death We came into this world screaming But we leave it with no fire. We have nothing left to give When the ashes fall and smoke rises we are only what we did. But nobody remembers. So nobody should care. We die just like this As if we were never there