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Cruel Beauty
A crushed rose
Bleeding at the stem
Broken petals
Thorns betray what they protect
This cruel beauty holds no bounds
Dark is the night
Red is the blood
Grotesque scars line up
Skin gone replaced with lurid marks
Sky of flames
Stars glowing hot
Piercing the blanket of night
The minds burns in agony
Writhing in its betrayl
A white rose with
Droplets of blood
Caressing its soft petals
It lies there
Waiting for the day
The red will wash away
And the innocence shine through.
Cruel Beauty:
A macabre writing, I enjoyed very much and its descriptive quality. Your portrayal of a rose protected by thorn and beware the picker is very good.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Thank you
Thank you for the read and comment :)