Vermilion Hideaway

Fusing closed
Secrete yourself away
In vermilion blossoms
Inside hushed anguish
Coiling up
In a fetal comfort
Beyond everything
Denying breath
Slowly fading
Within the confines
Of a blood red rose

Reviews

[writing mojo]

nice poignant word blooms in short spattered, yet concise rushing
of living time in reverse, of what is moving in fast forward
I love the idea of the self in "fetal comfort" as you so welly put, a prenatal birth fertile futile in flowers
in skin of the dieing earth
a thorn to prick the fear in us
whom think this world turns
with out anyone ever being hurt...

[MOON]

Poignant write , great imagery in these few lines

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