I really love today's Google Doodle. The Mark Twain one. Anyways, this is Prim. Freeverse. Review, please. It makes me feel all lovely and special. *winning smile*
rose rot
because she was perfect
(or perfectly imperfect, she wanted)
because she was the only person the Mockingjay ever loved
because she was too young to be so hurt
and because she was too sweet to be so pained
because she was too innocent
because she was so young and fresh
(but freshness fades, she always wanted to scream)
(I can be trusted too, she wanted to say)
because she was so much more
that what they let her be
she was perfect, but
not yet in bloom
(flowers are fragile, she wanted to scream)
because she wasn't a flower,
not some seasonal creation
meant to sit still and look pretty
because she was alive, once
because she breathed once and lived once
and cried once (or twice or thrice)
but that didn't mean she was fragile
or that she needed to be protected
(roses rot too, she always knew)
because she was more
than what they thought
and because they never gave her the chance
to show them who she would have been
before they plucked her away
and pressed her dry and cracked
until she was nothing more than what they thought she was:
a flower, lost in the pages of history.