Dec 08, 2009 15:59
I am like a rose you trapped in a tall, thin vase
Bound by a wire corset,
You cut me down to size
Removed my thorns and fed me lies,
and now I’m dancing on broken glass
Dripping red
Wines from tainted lips,
I am just another skin-coated memory
with no organs, muscle or bones…
You took away my roots
and expected me to lie still in water,
But instead we s-lowly whither and die.
rose,
assignment,
poetry,
creative writing,
love