11-12-2013, 01:51 PM
This poem reminds me of when Anne Sexton compared slit wrists to corsages blooming, except darker, because this isn't suicide, it's murder, and judging by your choice of language it's a lover's murder. As for critique, I'm not sure "silent" is needed; ending on "in petals" would be punchier, stranger and meaner, I think. JMHO. Thank you for the read
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe