Still Life

The plant changed into a broken steam overnight. It looked like it had never been alive.

I tried to remember what it looked like yesterday but I was distracted by the empty silence where the green used to breathe.


Garden of Death by Hugo Simberg (1896)


Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #75

It’s actually spring here in Villa del Parque and the plants are looking pretty bitching.


4 thoughts on “Still Life

  1. Because of jealousy of your springtime, I am as green as the plant used to be.
    Here, it is 7pm and already nighttime – the days are so short.
    The snows are coming.
    You have wonderful imagery!
    Glad to find your blog.

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