The Rose Essay Research Paper The Roseby

The Rose

by Krystal Sedlak

I look in the rose

and see it’s tiny petals.

They fall to the ground like

tiny ashes of the love that was

burned when I refused to give up our love.

The rose grows with apathy,

not because it grows,

but because it is slowly rotting away

like the flesh on a dead corpse.

The white porcelain vase shatters

due to the pressure of tears

that have collected in it.

An avalanche has collapsed on top.

The rose freezes and ceases to live.