Death and Tulips

i

It was March when you died cold and grey the ground beneath my shattered palms grasped at the living breath

breathe breathe 

grasping to breathe I walk without you scratching the earth fingers searching for tulip bulbs 

they will flower soon 


ii

I woke up at 5am, wrote of death and tulips, then went back to sleep at 5.15am. You woke not long after, eyes wide and hungry. I held you in my mouth, gently. 

Your smile put death to shame. 


Claire Marsden

Claire enjoys writing CNF, flash fiction and poetry, and is thrilled many of her pieces have found wonderful homes, both in print and online. When she isn’t tramping through the woods of West Yorkshire, she can usually be found on Twitter @occulife.



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