Words

[whiteroses81]

Residual
Resistance.
Eventual
Repentance.

Safe distance
And silence.
Kills the violets
Underbrush with teeth.

Wait to find:
The same
Divine
Thorn.

Always culling,
Building delicate
Dreams now-
Riveting the empty seems.

Revealing the familiar
Uttered
‘Ways to see’
Micro scoping tragedy
In package like quality.

Vultures we feed
On the
Souls
Of gods.

Burn the wick,
Chasms uptick,
The flame caresses
Ashen wings.

~Roses