They called it the flesh rose for it was unique in
its aroma of deceased essence that filled the room
like a morgue of beauty. they were in a row some
petals had been harvested while there was still
another where these pink hues were contorted
on the harshness of what lingered around them.
I looked upon its loneliness as just husks of stalks
still yearning to show what once was but now just
imaginary on it endings like those of limbs now
vacated but the feeling still that what was there.
I needed to do this to show my family I was worthy
of there yearning or be as vacant a what I look upon.
Competent of there wishes, family is first? But I'm
not of them I'm of myself, but this is the tailored
ways of what was and what must be. I didn't even
know what was my beckoning until I was of age.
My youth had faded and now I was blossoming
like the rose, I was told what was to become of myself.
Where is my innocence faded with trues of how they
saw me, I was but a moment of seething disappointment
yet no actions were uttered upon my conciseness, I felt
nothing but fondness from my family. But that was
then this is now, I escape in to my reflections and no
that this isn't what I wanted but I must concede or fade.
I pull each petal from the stem and I sense a censorship of
what I can only sense as pain. The first one nearly eviscerated
my senses as it lays dormant inside. My tongue an autopsy
table and this petal still sensing life but slowly fades until I
dissect it with my teeth and then it is departed to that place
where all that no longer beats lingers in oblivion.
I consume all the petals till a vacant lot is all that still lingers.
The taste eventually got better as my taste buds were cremated
under the onslaught of each petal. I felt my insides start to go
vacant as all that was slowly ebbed away like a wick on a candle
my recesses faded into ashes. I felt empty but nothing mattered
as I was but a husk of inconvenience, I was but a shade of before.
My family were waiting till I exited as I walked through I coughed
and black butterflies escaped and each one was captured and
consumed by all that were lingering silent within the room.
"My daughter you are not of normality now,
"You are of the emptiness,
Longer was my life as I aged but a moment over the times of my life.
As a shell I was able to reconstruct myself an advantage of my
birth right, and when one of us unfortunately departed and
a vacant was needed then a child was adopted and now it is
nearly the time of my daughter. I love her like my own,
but she needs to be as vacant as I, not as she was before.
"My darling you need to see a rose unlike any another,
A birth right not taken lightly by those who took it, to full
you must become completely empty of mortal coils, come taste
the petals of a flower pink in hues and become family.