She kept a flower

Once

Maybe it was

The first flower

And she wrapped it

Up with her

Soul

And with tissue paper

And hid it 

Under her bed

For she knew

They would come

Looking for it

And they would never

Think

She would hide

Such a thing

There 

Much later

When tides had flowed

And the times 

had changed

A different woman

In the same body

Found a thing

Under her bed

And when she unwrapped

The thin 

Skin like paper

There was only

Mould and fur

And the outline

Of

A blood red

Heart