Wither

Once, she was full
Alive
Now,
No more.

The ebb of
Life, from the
Most beautiful
Bloom, once a promise.

Vibrancy in
The smallest form, yet
She clutches a secret
Her poison

Claw and rip at
her throat,
She screams, silent.
Dying.

She's learning,
To live
As though she's
Already dead.