Bury Me

In a field of many flowers

They speak to me with their beauty

To lure me

I know they're covered in thorns

But sometimes they're so convincing

I can't help but hold one

In my hand

Their thorns grow even larger

Into my skin

Through my bones

And out the other side

It's roots follow

Permanently rooting itself into me

Feeding off my blood

Growing more and more

Till I have nothing left to give

I become part of the soil

In this field

Where beauty thrives