The beauty that never was

Let the wretched dandelions do the growing,
let them sprout up out of Satan’s hell-basket one-by-one infuriating every garden attempting to be “beautiful” with their serpent stems screaming out in obnoxious yellow hues, “I am here now, and I am here to stay! I am here now, and so you can never be as beautiful as you had hoped! I am here, and now everyone will only see me, only see what you could have been but never were!” 
Let them infect us, dissect us, take the attention away from all of our good graces, focus the sunlight on our flaws, watch as each of us gets picked one-by-one, watch as each of us dies first.
Let the dandelions cry out all of the things we wished they could,
watch from the back-burners as they push their ways up through concrete, through the soles on the city-slicker’s feet, watch as they infest everything with their mockery sunshine, ingesting the hopes that anything could ever be beautiful again,
Let the dandelions scream while we dissipate into the silence of solitude, let us be martyrs for the beauty that never was.

Author's Note

unfinished, attempted new topic/writing style?

Reviews

[Zeek4]

It was on the dark side Julianna, but that is a part of life that also needs to be expressed. I hope you are getting some sunshine up there where you live. Just from a horticultural point of view dandelions are a pain in the you know where, so using them as a vehicle to express your thought was a good idea.

[Kyla H]

Hmm, very interesting. Very well put as well, great job.(:

[ब्र&#..]

this was great!
alltid
-Meja