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Flower

Modern Mean Girls

By Kelly Sibley Published 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 2 min read
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Adele Donaldson by Anthony Fredrick Augustus Sandys

Some girls stomped upon my flower.

They crushed her into the dirt.

With a sneer and a look, oh how quickly the united sisterhood,

Snatched her lustre away.

All the colour faded from her petals

She was left limp, alone and broken

Don’t they know we're supposed to be a team?

We add a little sunshine

Some girls stomped upon my flower

They did a vicious job

With no remorse or thought, oh how swiftly the venomous sisterhood,

Wed together in their deeds

All smiles as petals are ripped out and worn like badges of pride

She’s not the same girl she used to be

Don’t they know we’re supposed to be united?

We add a little sunshine

Or sprinkle a little water

Some girls stomped upon my flower

They said her voice was wrong

With those simple words, oh how well she was silenced by the vicious sisterhood

Drowning in their mental repetitions

All their spiteful little moments finally burned her petals away

She now walks with her hair hiding her face looking at the ground

Don’t they know we’re supposed to stand together?

We add a little sunshine

Or sprinkle a little water

Move her to new earth

Some girls stomped upon my flower

They wanted to be Insta friends the very same day she left without saying goodbye

With a simple tap, oh how the vituperative sisters were denied

Their last invasive voyeuristic hurrah

All the seeds of doubt, anxiety and fear weighed down her head

She won’t be herself, she doesn’t trust the world

Don’t they know we're supposed to work together not against each other?

We add a little sunshine

Or sprinkle a little water

Move her to new earth

A tiny bud begins to show

Some girls stomped upon my flower

They tore at her and cut her down

With a few seasons, oh how we watched the sisterhood of serpents

Turn back sadistically upon themselves

All her little petals have slowly grown again, once more beautiful, exotic, striking

She wears herself as a badge of pride, aware she no longer stands alone

Why don’t they know?

We add a little sunshine

Or sprinkle a little water

Move her to new earth

A new bud begins to grow

Never giving up on her renewal

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About the Creator

Kelly Sibley

I have a dark sense of humour, which pervades most of what I write. I'm dyslexic, which pervades most of what I write. My horror work is performed by Mark Wilhem / Frightening Tales. Pandora's Box of Infinite Stories is growing on Substack

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