red rose

red rose

colored as fresh blood

swirling petals fall

filling me with a feeling small

an emotion grows

its spreading roots gripping hard

an emerald stem presses in tussle

its thorns tearing through muscle

a sprouting in my ribs

bursting from the sternum

its shade deep as rushing waters

beckoning of many slaughters

red rose

growing from my heart

always there to warn

in a cage of piercing thorn

Author's Note

thoughts?

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

An emotional poem. Thorns are hard to avoid. Good work 👍

[Matthew Kult]

Darkly romantic.

Lovely read and write.

With love,

Matthew