06. Rose Ring
I picked apart the veins in my wrist, until they’re no longer intertwined.
Cigarette burns all over my skin, they tell all the stories I’d never share.
Your lips outline my scars like they’re evidence.
You kissed them in hopes they would disappear.

You said:
“I’ll be the ring of roses around your body to shelter you from this storm”.
But there’s a ring of hollow notes when I sing our songs, cause now I sing alone.
So I hum.

I couldn’t show my face at your funeral, to see you at your worst in your sunday’s best.
You were a dashing rogue from a passed time, but this world no longer has room for romance.
They said you were spitting out cotton candy pink.
Your flooded lungs couldn’t exhale the words you had left.

I bet
There’s a ring of roses around your body, your bullet-embedded form.
There’s a ring of deafening silence occupying the space reserved for your voice.
So I hum.

06 Rose Ring

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