Make me a flower crown,
And crown me a queen,
To rule over the carcasses that rot,
And to rule over the bones that stick out of the earth,
Until the bottoms of my feet,
Are littered with flesh and blood,
From the people I had treated so carelessly,
And until the demons from under the glass windows,
Dig their claws into my back when I sleep,
And break every bone in me that I had buried,
So make me a flower crown,
To be beautiful when the rebellions call for my head.

Sorry for being so inactive, but getting back on track!

~ Ileen