It’s the flower that change my life. The one I kept seeing in many of my dreams. How the water drips from the petal down to the hard pavement. It burns. Smoke comes alive. Breathing it in , I choke. The lovely blue rose I see in now life, and my dreams. The cursed rose won’t go away. The powers it hold in one’s mind and heart. The hunger….the wanting….the….hurt. The hurt it shows, as one looks at it is inhuman. The life of my soul is in this excruciating, mindful flower. Toss it away as quick as you can and let me be.
