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Rosebush


Many offered a hand to set me free.

I told them to wear gloves

and to beware of the thorns

hidden amongst the blooms,

ready to penetrate their skin,

but no one heeded my warning,


they were enchanted

by the fragrance,

bewitched by the beauty,

the pastel pink delicacy

of petals pleading to be picked

and blind to the thorns 

ready to pierce

ready to strike,


thorns as hidden as the worms,

the maggoty munchers

now metamorphosing 

into manifestations 

of  new growth,

hands

ungloved

and unmarked

elegantly enticing them 

to join me in the dark 

unsettling heart.


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