Candle

Scented burning

on fresh cut roses 

it's where i would dust the poison

in pink sand beaches

is where i would hide the virus

under midsummer's night

is when i would begin the terror

on a bahama breeze 

, it's where i would sow confusion

from moonlit coves

that's where i would unleash the zombies

upon the forest of reality

a scent of balsam and cedar

burning brightly

under winter night stars

so badly it stinks

like fresh cut roses

the burning of the forest

it smells so good

you will never know

Author's Note

Reviews

[apennylate]

Okay...
I see the vision, poison with fresh-cut daisies, strung-body-parts cut across pink-sand lots.
Her terror smells like cedar and cinnamon, breezy confusion and zombified debates.
If never will knowledge be felt, then perhaps burnt dust is the best I can hope.

[Davidgeo]

Life isn't really such a good time without a little poison. I can only soak peacefully in the jacuzzi for so long before I need someone to spit in my face.

[apennylate]

It balances the PH of the water

[Davidgeo]

So does urine in some cases