Upon her death
heaps of flowers were placed
around her
next to her
fixed in her hands.
Upon her death
spring exploded with fury
around her
next to her
fixed in her hair.
clenched in her hands.
Upon her death
the flowers all wilted
around her
next to her
trapped in her decay.
With the touch of a match
and a smile on my lips
I freed them all
those innocent flowers
from her secret grave.
January Writers Write Prompt: Deodorant