Feeling the flowers reach

From my lungs to my throat

I realize my time is up

My eyes squint

At the blinding sun

As its rays peek through the trees

The boy I love runs to my side

His cries of desperation echoing in my ears

Cradling my limp body in his arms

A rose reaches out of my throat

And blooms from my lips

Its thorns prickling my tongue

Death stands over me, waiting

And I close my eyes

Willing to succumb to him