IV


Smells like a dead rose,
That has been waiting on attention.
The delicacy has been washed away by the horror of human hands and the greediness of the world.
It is a rose that has forgotten water and admiration;
And time has turned its sweet petals into ashes,
A shattered personality existing undiscovered,
Hidden away for a long time and never found,
The sweetness somewhere darker than the bottom of a well.
As the flower faded...
So did the little girl inside.
-Pamela Colon

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