Chapter 1
I will take my ashes ,
And shove them into the ground
So they grow as daffodils
I will purge my vomit
To paint the hills
And smear my insecurity
On satin silks ,
I may not see my petals but I
Know they glimmer in the sunlight ,
My mind is bleak yet I
Smile so bright
I will not be devoured by the night.
I saw a lady crying in front of me
In a simmering bus ,
Speaking an unknown tongue ,
Her tears were twilight ,
Her Face as red as rubies
She buried her ashes In tissue .
And I hope they will grow into daffodils.
