ooh the metaphor and the imagery associated with it are both so wonderfully vivid, with the connection between the wilting flowers and herself, 'a towering corpse made of abandoned and forgotten dreams.' i also like the brisk practicality of that final sentence, continuing that metaphor and deciding if she's a bunch of withered flowers, then she'll just prune and deadhead for the next bloom. the plant survives even if the flowers don't.