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She

Free Verse

Ashley A. Cummings
Jul 7, 2019 · 1 min read

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

Ashley A. Cummings

Written by

fighting to keep individuality alive / welcome to the home of my poetry, prose and intellectual babble

Lit Up

Lit Up

Welcome to Lit Up -The Land of Little Tales. Here you can read and submit short stories, flash fiction, poetry - in brief, your own legend. We're starting little. But that's how all big stories begin.

Ashley A. Cummings

Written by

fighting to keep individuality alive / welcome to the home of my poetry, prose and intellectual babble

Lit Up

Lit Up

Welcome to Lit Up -The Land of Little Tales. Here you can read and submit short stories, flash fiction, poetry - in brief, your own legend. We're starting little. But that's how all big stories begin.

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