heres a l ittle poem i wrote,,, idk if its any good but here anyway :p

a plant doesn’t know she’s dying

can’t feel the water being sucked into its veins

so she can’t feel when there’s none left

can’t feel it’s leaves as they curl into brown spirals

can’t feel her petals fall 

or feel the bud slowly cease it’s growth

i wonder if i would know if i was dying

or if i am like her.

would i notice my veins go dry?

my hair falling out?

my skin going pale?

would i notice?