Black
I want a rose.
Not just any one that grows.
I want a black one
Darker than the night sky on an Alabama night.
I want it darker than the bruises on my skin after a fight.
Darker than the color of my irises.
Darker than the bottom of the ocean.
Darker than a cave, darker than the souls I can't save.
Darker than the printed words I write.
I want a rose,
Darker than the light.
Copyright © Malia Black | Year Posted 2017
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