Image Creidits: Isaiah Ireland
My Lilies are withering
Flowers that once resembled a trumpets horn
Now resemble the soil that buried them to the ground.
The same hands that kept them watered, ripped out petals to eat them whole.
He was jealous of their divinity and femininity
And hunted them down like prey.
Just so he can say he had the privilege of having Lilies in his hand.
Albelys Del Rosario Pucheu is a second year Music Education major. AD1037893@wcupa.edu