The last day began like any other,
'X's' ticked off the calendar
As I trailed my fingers through the dates.

The last day began like the first,
Fresh daisies of colour bloomed as my eyes searched
For something I had never seen before.

The last day began with peace,
A fresh breath with each
Thump of the chest
My eyes rest, as I found the culprit.

The last day began with a rock in the womb
Blood, fleshed, red, a living tomb
You opened up, and out,
Your wilted flower bloomed.