The Gift


Roses at the door
Deep red against muddy white
Soft velvet
Standing tall on pricking green
Sweet smell tickles my nose
The back seat of the bus
The faded green school bench
The tucked away nook
In the quietest part of the library
Six blooms held together
Held six months
Sharp pain flashed
Red pooled on her finger
Forked tongues hissed
Eyes flooded
Hearts suffocated
Confessions whispered
Hearts breathed
Eyes dried
Tongues loved
Velvet soft
Deep red
Be careful

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Class of 2019 kid who loves roller coasters, motorcycles, flying, music, and of course, reading books and writing.

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