Rose by Grace Meyer

Ruby red dress immersed in velvet

Dripping in monochrome banter

Shapeshifting in front of our eyes

Stripped of elegance and beauty, exposing her thorns


Pleasing to the eye

Flashing a smile to her victims

Capturing all attention from the blood red gown

Platinum blond hair cleanses all lurking sins upon her skin


Sauntering amongst unsuspecting eyes

Stabs obstacles in her way

Walks away untouched

Drowning in tarnished truth


Withering from loss of sustenance

All along she was made of plastic.

She can try to run from her actions,

But reality never lies.

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