SheTree

Creative Director & Photographer: Molly Pritchett

Written by: Anna Berkheimer 

Stylist: Ellie McCleary

Modeled by:  Ellie McCleary

As April arrives, little buds spring up 

Its perky leaves flow into a long, off-green neck

May comes, and buds start to display their silky petals 

Vibrant pinks, reds, browns, and yellows start to show off their assets 

They develop a rounded shape 

and they smell of purity and innocence

Then June comes, 

Fragile petals start to fall 

People come and go as they please 

Violently picking the flowers 

Tearing at their limbs 

They cut, rip, tug 

Touching them wherever they please

As July goes and August knocks on the door,

The flowers have lost their shape 

They dwelt down 

These flowers aren't in their prime anymore

That once oh-so-sweet and innocent smell now has a scent of rotten roadkill

I don’t want them, don’t make me buy them, don’t make me become them

Now, with the winter months 

Fake plastic flowers replace the ones from the ground 

But they, they have no scent at all