Challenge
Please Don’t Send Me Flowers
Your interpretation your format. 250 word MAX.
Terminal
It’s an ancient, imposing redwood turned hollow, cracked and teetering.
It’s a roaring, great flame turned flickering embers and floating ash.
It’s a gushing, voluminous river turned trickling stream and parched earth.
It’s an original, sparkling home turned withered, dilapidated and rotting.
They don’t tell you how contagious it is – that it’s a mummification of everyone’s soul.
You break as they break.
You wilt as they wilt.
You fade as they fade.
They don’t tell you how agonizing it is – being the bystander, the one left behind.
So no, please don’t send me flowers, for before long, it’ll be another helpless reminder of lush vitality decaying slowly into dust.
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