Petals of pain
I am neither okay
on the inside or the outside
my insides twisted
like a pile of tree branches
left behind
while the good wood is taken
on the outside
my eyes bloodshot
as sweet sticky blood
drips from my fingertips
pierced by the rose thorn
Copyright © Karen Croft | Year Posted 2024
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