Bright red roses
slowly losing
their lives.
Contained
in glass
to see where
their destroyer
made the
slice
to end
an already
short life.
For what?
For love.
-----
Sinking
in red velvet
comforter.
Are you watching?
Are you still watching?
Black symbols encased
by snow
on a blood red backdrop.
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I lock eyes with
oppressed dirt
on white lineoleum tiles.
Scared, shy, & grossed out.
The smell of lettuce
belonging on sandwiches
wafts down the hall.
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