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She

Free Verse

I am not a rose
nor a velvet petal
not the
soft
sweet
scent
I am the thorns
the thorns who live
mounted upon the necks of
lush beauty
The thorns that sit
to slice
not to graze
nor to prick
but to tear through
hands that seek
external allure
Thorns embrace ego
for roses wilt
and petals fall
leaving thorns in wake
of their glorious
epilogue