Marigolds

• Isabella Oakes, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2021

I don’t want to succumb to those marigolds
Seemingly good, but intention ice cold
Gruesome mind games tortured those
Broken people shattered homes
Wretched ones with "hearts of gold"
Beauty with death hidden inside their soul
Carbon monoxide disguised as perfume
Who would have thought their next victim would be you
Now you’ve been left, hollow and empty
With nothing but sugar-sweet memories
Move on with your life, do what you must
May the once clear polaroids be covered with dust
Some day in the future you may think of them again
Wonder how someone with such beauty on the outside could be so evil within
But everyone else will only see
The pretty flower they appear to be