Ribcage{s}

>>Ribcage{s}<<

she looked deep into the souls

of the people around her,

contemplating their value and worth....

and she saw into their hearts, saw darkness.

it's a world where it's hard to escape evil,

so why not make the best of it...

why not make life worth living in hell,

if only to have flowers grow on ribcages

because there's beauty in death...

there's beauty in hatred...

there's beauty in your dark soul,

and she saw it...saw the good, the beautiful...

she tried to coax the beauty and light

out of the dark heart but it proved

....useless no matter how many flowers and vines

she planted to make the cage of the heart appealing...

and then she saw how wild and untamable

the heart really was, and tears rolled down

her cheeks...she left the flowers to grow

around the ribcage, because there's still beauty

...to be coaxed out...