She had flowers

She had flowers

in her hands, in her hair

she witnessed love die, bloom

some called her the widow

from hell

quietly ripping hearts out

casting spells.

Her soul dark as coal

she left no doubt

marks of passion tattooed

between flames

made men scream

I want out.

She had flowers, evil grin

no one knew where she came from

but knew how to tell

where she’d been

a trail of heartbreak she left

until

late one night, tragedy struck

he drove his shiny red pick-up

over flowers in her hair

shouted loud into the wind

I win.