Ghostly Flower

Ghostly flower’s drift softly like the clouds in the summer’s sky. The root’s tangle, like blind worms scrambling to escape the Earth’s gloomy, endless soil. The stem’s structure was the a ladder of ants creeping to the top like a suspicious snake. The petal’s fell like a broken soul in the foggy, unknown winter breeze.

The ghostly flower twitched its head like an unconscious zombie, creeping out it’s dilapidated grave.