Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
June 15, 2026

Dead Flowers

"...Dead flowers on a cold night..."

Dead Flowers

Dead flowers on my doorstep.
Dead flowers in my kitchen.
Dead flowers in my open mouth.
Dead flowers in the backyard.
Dead flowers full of dead bees.
Dead flowers of every color.
Dead flowers between the gums.
Dead flowers on the way home.
Dead flowers on a cold night.
Dead flowers filled with red blood.
Dead flowers tainted with dirt.
Dead flowers inside my brain.
Dead flowers inside my mouth.
Dead flowers fill my hunger.







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