FURIOUS ROSE
"IT'S NOT REALLY POETRY, BUT IT'S PRETTY," HE SAID
AS HE RAISES HIS VOICE, SHE LOWERS HER HEAD.
"IT MAKES MY HEART HEAVY, YOU'RE LONELY, I THINK.
OH, ROSE, YOU'RE SAD, I SUPPOSE."
"LOOK IN HER BED AND SHE'S BOUND TO BE SLEEPING.
SHE'S LYING THERE DEAD, -NO, SHE'S BREATHING."
FURIOUS ROSE, WITH YOUR OPIATE EYES,
YOUR LANGUOROUS HUM, THAT TONE OF SURPRISE
I'VE HEARD ENERGY IN ADVERSITY.
YOUR SMILE: THE SOUL OF WITCHERY.
YOU'RE NOT RUNNING AWAY.
YOU'RE NOT RUNNING -ARE YOU?
LYRICALLY LONGING,SHE'S TEARING THE WORDS FROM THE PAGE.
SHE'S FEARFULLY SEETHING
"BRING ME YOUR BLESSINGS, A PRAYER, OR A NEW PEN.
-YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I NEED."
AND I'M BARELY BALANCING AS IT IS
AND I DON'T WANT TO DROWN IN MY DREAMS
BRING ME WILD PLUMS AND AGRIMONY
-I BET YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS."
GINGERLY PEERING, OVER HIS SHOULDER, REMOVED HERSELF FROM THE ROOM.
SHE'S TERRIBLY FREEZING, SHE ALWAYS KNOWS WHEN TO GO.
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