Red Rain Roses
A field expanded leaving a view of an open pool of roses and guns.
Holding my opinion at gunpoint forcing an acceptance or a run.
She left her perspective of the world into the hands of the gun.
Red rain roses arent undone they are sprouting under the black sun.
Silenced their home, they see the girl as a version of the sick.
She sees the people and understands that they view her as a lunatic.
Words cant be rushed for time cant control all.
A place where no longer is a rise equivalent to a fall.
One day this place will create its own distinct aura.
The notes are a representational illusion of emotional anaphora.
A place of doubt had no significance except a place of worth.
She released her emotions even if releasing them would really hurt.
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