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Bled Onto a Rose

February 25, 2019
By uberbearsharkm8 PLATINUM, Seminole, Florida
uberbearsharkm8 PLATINUM, Seminole, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory."
- Leonard Nimoy

i bled onto a rose 

staining the petals with my liquid 

the thorn digging 



into my flesh 

in a vivid haste 

the danger slipped my mind 

the rose struck at me

lured me in as a succubus does her prey 

my failure reminded 

by trails of red 

blood-stained hands 

a killer’s soul 

the devil’s eyes 

the crimson veil we will all don 

i bled onto a rose 

as its brothers watched 

susceptible to their song of sweetness 

promise of beauty 

only to be fulfilled

with my sweet crimson nectar

as the petals’ decor.

The author's comments:

This poem addresses the paradox that is the rose. In it, the notion that "a cover is not the book" is addressed, as I acknowledge how beauty can still bring about pain.

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