Word Jam #4

and that is why we laugh
she said, this sorority of sorts

and I wilted beneath that scornful gaze
colouring my stained glass face
and a bell rang out for the passing parade
and flowers flung before its path 
were trampled in the dirt




Rueful I walk 
with the ghosts 
of my past,
listening to the whispers
and mocking laughs.
Events long gone,
the memories last
like a rose in full bloom
when the summer has passed.