Flowers In Hell

Here on the rack

There are roses in my head

And I dream of daisies 

When they tighten the screws.

There are welts on my skin

But roots in my head

Even though the lilies

Whisper that I'm dead.

There are poppies sprouting everywhere

Even as the pain sets in.

The sky is turning black,

But I can see it rosemary blue,

And there are violets in every lash.

In the red of blood are rosy petals

And in the sting of the wounds

Are the thorns.