Poppy Blood

Amongst the calm, standing still in a field of green
all alone, blurred out from reality
Like a razor, this blade of grass is ever so sharp
waiting to cut me to shreds,
Splatter my blood on the cold ground
Oddly ironic, something whose scent calms me
the color, which is my personal favorite, is now to slay me
Slay me as harshly as her words slayed my wounded heart
my blood so bright and red, it shattered my blissful imagined life
Now it comes again, shattering the greens sold color
sprinkling out like red poppies in a field