Purple flower

Out of the black ashes

arose another.

 

A purple flower

covered in thorns and

pokey leaves

 

My hand bleeds.

My heart cripples.

The sight of it,

makes me cringe

with fear and admiration.

 

Blood drops fall,

and it coagulates at the bottom.

 

Crimson red

lies at the bed

waiting to be sucked in.

 

 

 

 

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