did the cut flowers stab you with their stalks
as they floated in your hair?
Ophelia
did their petals stick to your eyelids
and did the horn sound for the hunt;
pass by
you,hidden in the reeds, did you stir,
open blind eyes?
Ophele, Ophelia!
did they draw blood
when
they screamed
when
you scissored them
deciphering your statement;
they were but words and
their silent screams, the
ambiguity,
killed you.
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