WE ARE JUST LOST DUST IN A BIG UNCHARTED WORLD FILLED WITH DECEIVING BEAUTIES AND ROSE HEADS.
WHAT WILL BECOME OF US IF OUR PETALS WERE TORN OFF, ONE AFTER THE OTHER, PLAYING THE SADISTIC GAME OF ‘HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT’.
WILL THE SHARP THORNS ON OUR BODIES MAKE THEIR WAY UP TO OUR HEADS, OUR MINDS, OUR BRAINS?
WILL OUR FRAGILE JUDGMENTS BE CLOUDED BY SCANDALOUS EXPECTATIONS THE SOCIETY HAS GIVEN US?
WILL WE, AS THE ALMOST-EXTINCT ROSE HEADS, ALLOW THESE IMBECILES PAINT OVER US IN BLACK BLOOD AND KILL OUR OWN KIND?
BECAUSE, ONCE THE DOG IS THROWN TO THE WOLVES, HE WILL RETURN LEADING THE PACK.
– and let roses lead the rose heads.
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Poetry❛she was golden sun among fading constellations.❜ © clarenthine 2017 cover © XEHUN-
