Is it not enough,

to draw similarities

for you to make your departure?

Let me paint this picture for you, your home

may soon,

be in bloom.

One tempestuous morning she shall not wake.

The rose colored glasses ripped from her face.

Petals falling from her cheeks.

Sockets full of posies.

You will find her in a room.

Bright bouquets covering the gloom.

On the bed,

she rests her head.

Sockets full of posies.

Irises no longer morph from brown to green,

instead they’re plucked.

Her face lie serene.

You will take no time to question,

who committed this act of aggression.

Soon enough your expression will harden.

Next to be planted in my garden.