Carnivorous Lily– by A.E. Wallace
Not sure how we came to the notion,
taking that potion at the end of the day—which lead to the smoking—
This is where it all went a different way.
Leaving my watcher,
I went for a wander
down a meandering path.
Pulled down dark chasm—floating, falling, flying —
Into a message
that shot through the dark—
from a distance—
in some uncertain tongue:
All that is, isn’t.
One-time daydream demanding development–
Eaten alive in some floral reality,
the need for my Freedom became the key–
The inviolability of my heart had been much abused.
No longer loved—but bound by a vow–
The elegant simplicity;