*flowers* but these flowers, see? I've been carrying them most of today in my pocket. smashed, discoloured, dissolving. they still have their scent, it's their last voice to shout their lives to this cruel world.. I lick one experimentally. the experiment fails.. to the back door and out they go falling slowly like a vital scene in a movie- filmed in slo-mo to land like art in the grass red rages on the green green grass then they die in the sun broken jesus's on invisible crucifix's ... tonightslikeaseasonseasoningoreganopeppergarlicclovestheysinglikesongbirds ... i see the flowers you've carried like children..