flower death row

flowers crammed in a vase
laced up to their necks
in a fine glass bottle
without any feet to run away
as time drips slowly by
their color is quickly erased
by the staring of the air
closing in on their faces
even the water stops
tasting the last of their hope


my love is unconditionally yours
i’ll throw it at you, it will punch you
in the gut with a loud thunk
but don’t you even think you
can sink your teeth into the last
bite of my dinner or take my words
wrong when i mean right by them

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: toothbrush