Daisy

Her name is Daisy

A one-year old blush
A flower with myriad colors
that loves plenty of sunshine
A tripping, living fragrance

She is chirpy
until she was taken away
by an innocent mask of a woman
with the promise of the sea,
of gardens and parks,
of a cap and gown

I saw Daisy on a video

Hanging upside down
Naked and with her arms
and legs drawn apart

Her body is a patchwork of red,

Yellows and blues
Shes howling
Muffled by
a duct tape on her lips
Whipped with a belt
until her petals fell one by one

She is a child of daylight

A dream stained with hot wax
from melted candle
Poured in the middle of her thighs
And she cries and cries

One day, people in blue tied the masked woman

And took the little flower away

I saw Daisy today

sitting under the sun
with thoughts naked and
hanging upside down
the duct tape on her lips
obscured
Her petals gone
Her lips cry
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