Bending at the spine
I was a dying rose
The Beauty Fading
The Thorns sharpening
Snapping at the stem left to bow to the misfortunate world
Storms of reality throwing me into whiplash
Then snapping me back at the center
Shredding wind tearing away the velvety beliefs I used as my protection
Leaving me exposed, naked, and broken at the stem
The knives left in my back seeding poison ivy
Spreading rashes to where my wilting leaves could no longer itch
My pollen sent away on chivalrous breezes
To the tormented self harmed tulips
The damned misrepresented daisies
For the Lucid drug addicted lilacs
None left for the damaged dilapidated rose that I am
My last wine red petal falling among the dust
To which I gave my final wish
Please, let the shy violets have the courage
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