the first was a rose,
destined to die.
but first she'd rise -
higher than intended.
and the fame would control her,
make up her brain, wrap around her,
tighter. tighter.
until suddenly, the knot came undone.
and she hurtled back to earth.
plummeting.
but she went further,
right to rock bottom.
kicked, slapped and punched
until she lay bleeding on the floor.
slowly her petals fall,
one by one as she tries,
so desperately,
to stick them back on again.
YOU ARE READING
roses and thorns || wip
Poetrya short series of poems about a family's struggle to carry on. --- started; 04/04/2018 finished; dd/mm/yyyy --- cover by me.
