roses

she gave her heart up

only to receive shards in return

icy glass cutting in to her palms as she clutched on

furiously grasping the smooth glass 

her finger tips curled

driping buds of crimson

as the roses in her heart darkened

she shut her eyes to all

all that existed was solid

all that was dreamt

floated from clouds out her lips

Reviews

[Donald Meikle]

A perfect poem of furious rejection, the bartender quietly pours another.

[brianna vega]

keep em coming