Daffodils I died the day we rode out of Michigan into Colorado into the dry, cracked earth of the mountains. Where Daffodils could never bloom. You pushed pink dust up your nose. Eyes glazed with speed, On the road, you would not touch me "defiled" you seemed to say. By the last bottle of rum with it's clear promise of penthouse poses. My white skin filthy in your cruel gray eyes. And I knew that Death was waiting comfortable in a Sheriff's wagon right past the next curve and I knew my love was a snake. Twisting in Death's hands, dying from the poison of Daffodils in March. Frosted with sugary lies. Their petals crushed staining my hands yellow. Kat 1991 My Daughter Katlisa 1966-1998 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Background in 2D free stuff-Linathy RDNA Scatters Daz outfits Pale Horse bike? I thought this was Andy 3D but he said no. I used SP3 as the model and my face morphs. Thank you for looking and comments are appreciated. Have a good week and hug your kids.