Ms. Shyflower - Psyopus

Planted less the sunshine to bloom

Six feet below

Ms Shyflower wears tomorrow’s

Funeral

Wake her do wipe the soil from her

Eyes

Eyes only

Only eyes

In their panic

Chased by darkness

Chased by darkness

To see nothing

To see nothing

To see nothing

I’m not dead

I want the sun

I’m not dead

They will walk over to do this

Crushing stone marker

Panic

Scratching away at the lid

Shyflower buried

Thy seed is alive

Shyflower buried alive