Do not rest here. Don’t smell these roses. Dead beautiful they are, And charged with poisons. Smooth crimson petals Bleed out their seduction. Dead beautiful the roses, Breathtaking vacuums of destruction. Razor blade thorns Decorate every stem. Dead beautiful their design, Nature’s beloved gem. Prick your finger, And surely you’ll be In a rosey red, dead beautiful sleep. -Monica P. Ross ❤️All Rights Reserved