#prose.from.a.rose- EIGHT:
Put them all to sleep,
because when they're tired they're more content,
and thus less likely to object.
I know you want what my veins carry.
Do not lie.
I see the red in your eyes crying out with insatiable desire.
Watch as your tongue is stung by the sourness of it,
where you naively thought sweetness lied.
Foolish fool dreamed before you experienced.
Your mind is always ahead of where your feet stand,
hallucinating fantasies that are as soft as cloud.
Maybe this harsh slap will ground you.
Or do you still row away on waters thickened by tears?
Lake Melancholia refuses to drink you so do not even try,
but the skies tell a different story, pleading you to grow wings.
Tell me, why do you linger here beneath the birds nest, still?
Masquerading as residing within one stage when you truly are in another.
Planning on walking backwards behind the rose bushes where no-one can see.
But I see through your mask, and your infant eyes, watering in that curious emotion that is somewhere between wonder and fear.
What will you do when your feathers shed and you are no more? - Die.
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Prose from a Rose
PoesíaMy first collection of prose. Though I have written prose before, I have finally decided to publish some pieces of my prose here on wattpad. I usually write poetry and already have three poetry books here on Wattpad. The first being 'Poetry by Eclip...
