Hibiscus

So at first I didn't feel like trying to crack the code and was going to go the easy way, but I eventually did so, lol. Took me a while, ...

I didn't read the other's comments, but the only thing I would change would be "downwards" to "downward". Other than that, I really didn't know where this was going, but ...

(On a little side-note, it took me forever to think of where I needed to put this. So sorry if it's in the wrong category! >

I’m being painted by the rain, I’m being purled about the drain. Just before the impact, when I become abstract, dissolve me like sugar cane. I’m being dusted by liquid ...

This liquid-like moon is artificial enough to splash through the cracks in the floor, and that mocking smile is just enough to hurry the others away. When you drop out ...

Come one, come all, I'm having a ball. I roll on dry leaves and crusted chestnuts. With white, scraped arrows on black cotton streets, I'm having a ball for people ...

I like! I like!

I’ve known you a heart beat away. Eggshell parchment running down your neck, caramel ribbons tickling my face, and the susurration of our breathing. My elbow dips into the mattress, ...

Plastic gardens are pallid and cannot bloom. Let's build a world that cannot break. Where, if you were to die, everything would matter. It's different in the clouds than in ...

My stone is lonely. Its surface is coarse like the fabric of my clothing. My heart is seedless. It cannot keep up with the time that passes. How many blades ...

So you admire William Shakespeare, eh? I, in all honesty, have to admit that I like your poetry better than this. I haven't read any of your other writtings... if ...

Memory music, we were swaying once away, skimming our feet through the staffs. We spun and sidestepped, sweeping the air with our flickering bodies. We were crooning the notes, washing ...

You're a glance, and then a young blink. Will I get to keep, to catch you? Today's a flickering cinema that's escorting you elsewhere, who knows where? Maybe I should ...

I coerced a Hibiscus from the garden to be my flower. My greed prompted my hands to plunge into the soil, the dirt embedding under the shells of my fingers. ...

My goodness all of "this" was genius! The ending blew me away! I felt her jealousy of her husbands love for writing his poems. It was just...just so lovely. Everything ...