Death By Roses

Come and read about the process of recovering from heartache

Heart Breathings


death by roses, she thought,
death by roses

but she couldn’t write about that right now –
her skin was too thin not to write about stars,
because heartache was a burden that was too heavy to bear

so, she sat there, writing about stars,
forgetting about how he oncebrought her red roses and watched her bloom

she wrote about stars and kittens and the rising of the sun on cold December mornings,
so that warmth might settle in her bones,
if only for a moment

she sat there, pen in hand,
pretending everything was fine,
writing about stars she couldn’t see,
warmth she could no longer feel

her skin was too thin not to write about stars,
because heartache was a burden that was too heavy to bear,
and when she stopped writing about stars and kittens and the rising of the sun on cold December mornings,

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