My victims: ones of agriculture

Green, leafy, of botanical nature.

I didn’t mean to murder them,

But the drooping leaves and wilted stem

Seem to blame me with every inch of their withering existence. 

It wasn’t purposeful,

My lack of remembrance to provide them with the basic necessity.

It wasn’t a dedicated decision.

My ability to murder those green leaves of innocence

Is not a capability I am prideful to possess,

But their slumping, sagging, faltering situation

Seems to taunt me with guilt each day.

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Written by

Hannah Williamson

Hannah Williamson, junior, has enjoyed reading and writing for as long as she can remember. She is excited to be able to further her abilities through the publication. In her free time, she enjoys playing softball with her teammates and spending time with her family. Hannah’s favorite book is John Green’s The Fault in Our Stars.