Purple Hyacinths

How did I get here

among these Purple Hyacinths,

wrapped around each cursive letter...

though they weren't there before?

Since when did grow

these Purple Hyacinths-

from my chest

as I read each word

when no flower bloomed before?

Why does the mirror show

a crown of Purple Hyacinths above my brow,

made by youthful hands

and bestowed onto me-

yet no one else is around?

These Purple Hyacinths

are all I could offer,

but I dare not give them now.

Still, they blossom,

taking over until all that's left

are Purple Hyacinths-

where once stood my form.

Written on 5/9/24