Your Daily Haiku
by Jason
i snatch flowers from the garden.
yank you from your rooted feet.
chop your stringy legs from your spine.
your blood seeps green.
i drown you in a cylinder of water
and like an ogre i watch you die.
your pretty fragile heads
your rainbow of colored hair
droops low as the days go by.
death takes you slow but steady.
i slaughter you for some fragrant
color on my dead treed table.
your legs buckle but i am always weak in the knees.
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