Morning Glory

Poem written 03.05.2020 by

Lexi Flowers

This house has been infested

Not taken care of

Allowed to rot

No one invested

Time to cut the vines

Purple flowers hint of blue

Make their way to the chimney

Wrap themselves around

Until she can’t breath

Blown up balloon

Turn the same color

The flowers do

Life begins to drain from the house

She forgets she’s a home

Remember that people reside there

One is sitting on the couch

Another turning on the stove

And the gas is filling up her lungs 

Metallic taste against her tongue

She didn’t like this

Spit on the shoe of the devil

Give him back