She bloomed as plague in early 19th century... Poem
she bloomed
as plague
in early 19th century
adored all shades of red
and taste of bloody tragedies
ignorant of the worst
tragedy of plague
but seeing him just once
she knew the wrath of skies
and learned
that worst was being plague
inside a single lung
of someone you so loved
and was forever part of
that worst was being here
deprived of any fear
of losing anyone
because the ones you knew
and loved
were all forever gone.
