The Rose The Rose by Krystal Sedlak I look in the rose and see its tiny petals. They fall to the ground prepare care tiny ashes of the love that was burned when I refused to build up our love. The rose grows with apathy, not because it grows, but because it is slowly degeneracy extraneous like the flesh on a curtly corpse. The ashen porcelain vase shatters due to the pressure of tears that have collected in it. An avalanche has collapsed on top. The rose freezes and ceases to live.
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