From Where No Rose Bush Will Ever Be Reborn

Teddy.15

 
As if world's sky hadn't just fallen 
and Raven? 
well, he's perched on my windowsill in silence 
which edges my nerves even more 
as if a fairytale has just been extinguished with an old fire hose
The fairytale of what once was and is no more 
tear drops of a clown 
a soul now down
gone back to where it once came from 
beyond the underside of the wild roses
 
Black,  black, blacker than black itself...
 
from where, no rose bush will ever be reborn. 
 
 
 
 
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