Roses are rose, Violets are violet
She capitulates to her elders
Who fear for her security
The match is set
Fire everywhere
Walking in a field of glass
Shimmering under the cold dawn
Reflections of the past
Tearing skin into shreads
She loves me
She loves me not
Doesn’t seem to matter
I pick up her shattered body
Walk to the river
She floats downstream
Where she is remembered
Awakened, redeemed
Warm sun caresses
Roses are red.
krasowitz
jan21, 2014
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