A Dried Flower / Wolran Kim (#766)
I walked into an airtight container after snapped legs as a mini rose. The silica Gel spread and the silica Gel fell down from the sky like hailstones. I drowned in the colored-sand swamp over and over and the world fulled with the desiccant. In the time sealed up somebody changed the desiccant as a season. Strange that I was never thirsty. The mountain's flowers became extinct, all scrambled. I shook off the silica Gel like snow, my eyes wet.
Between the blooming and fading
Between the dewdrops and the breezes
Rustling, parched up with a sound
The scent of the flowers in the twinkling eye
Starting all over again. The reborn silica Gel from a microwave falling from the sky and I became a ceased flower with shape and hue in time sealed up. I became a lovely stuffed flower and lay down in the frame as if an insect. I stood as if a doll in a glass bottle. The desiccant dressed the deceased as aromatic trees, I wouldn't have to die, I wouldn't have to moisten. O dear! As soon as I moved a knuck-le crushed to pieces and fell down as flower-rain. My fragrance over the glass wall watches me.
