Saturday, November 23, 2019



Snatch the rose 


Pluck it from the sky, and 


Drink the youth that spills from her curling lips. 


A lifetime in mad moments 


A sweet, dark liquor that consumes the mind and soul. 


A sickening rose against the urban jungle, 


Drowning in dangerous thorns 


Which ruin the rough hands 


that pick the precious gift. 


Where’s the time gone? 



Image by Kate Lee, @katrionaemilyphoto.

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