The stillness of the night wears on…

a young girl sits in the dark shadows

her memories slowly arise from the past

to enter the confused mind of death

tears slowly escape from her eyes, roll down

and land in a puddle, of the Earth.


as rain trickles down the rose petals

they crystallize on the thorns

gracefully, they then drop into the puddle


the young girl reaches down

she gently picks up the rose

in her bewilderment, she lets out a scream

of dismay of the lies, she lives in

her fingers pricked, endless blood.


Written by Beth Malbon, 1986

Collage made with rose image from Google and various blood drops from several images, also from Google