Monday, August 2, 2010

Show Me the Roses

Follow me and I'll show you where the roses lie. A secret place, a treasure hidden beneath worthless scraps, that only I know of. The pungent aroma, so heady, so sweet, so succulent. We can share secrets under the big oak tree as the clouds wave at us ever so slightly from above. You can hold my hand and I yours. Trace every line of our palms, read between every crack and crevice. The birds may cry out for us but we know we are safe. Safe. Safe among the bloody red roses in our secret garden.

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