“Lilies” by Max Ruth

He said, “You’re beautiful
Like a flower.”
I said, “Pick me
And I’ll die.”
So he groped me
By the stem
And ripped me
From my life.
I blossomed
In his sun
He inhaled my scent
as it rained
I asked,
Can this last forever?
Ignoring a
Destiny, preordained.
I wilted
The next morning
And was laid
In a dirt bed.
Then my love plucked
The next Lily
And left me
For dead.

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