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