Trauma
TRAUMA
Twist the knife,
Riddled with her innocence,
Against her sweet nectar.
Untimely budding,
Mastered by machination, unimaginable
Aberration of rose’s robbery ~ thorns remain intact.
9/13/2021
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2021
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