Crying Roses

She wheezes in a desperate
Scream
The sound tainting the air
That cuts her again and
Again
A glass frame is cradled in a
Hunch of shapeless
Shoulders
Blurred almost
Disappearing
The quicksand of her body sucks her
In
Skin of peeling ivory like
Worn wallpaper that
Droops on the walls
Eyes of frozen pond
What’s underneath dying slowly
Shriveling piece by
Piece
Baby fuzz hairs tremble
Gone cold like
Fish breathing air
The bats hang from her lungs
Swinging
Waiting
She curls into her cracking shell
As the scavengers
Awaken
Flapping Death’s wings laced with your worst
Nightmare
Pecking at pulpy organs or whatever’s
Left of their
Shredded princess who
Shrinks away and
Squeezes out ruby red
Pain
Sorrow
Despair
The poison burning away her
Hands but she
Only watches
Transfixed the
Ruby red rosettes that bloom on the
Carpet
Wilting as soon as they’re
Born because no matter
What
She can never get
Rid of it
All





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