i was walking past a bed of roses yesterday,
like all the other yesterdays of my life,
colors, beautiful colors, were laying at my feet.
i swear i heard them sing,
one note for every drop of blood spilled
by their apical thorns.

carnal euphoria.
sinful sonata.

i wished for the reddest one
to grace my sight, a glimpse
of what was always there
but rarely seen.

and there she was,
of all the yesterdays i've spent
searching and failing,
failing to search..
i have finally seen.

provocative and lush.
questionable beauty,
yet i didn't seem to care.
a masochist for a sadist.

i dared to touch, to pick her
from her bed of life and dirt and hold her.
i held her tight, just tight enough
to hear her sing to me as i let
my blood spill.
our tune was so refined.

"you are most beautiful when you're in pain"
she breathed.

and i kissed her for the first time,
i knew then she was my curse.
and i, her disaster.

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