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1d
perhaps i am just
a harbinger;
a bringer of things
making way for a
breakthrough.

in this i myself am not lost;
accepting the change
natural to life,
being one with a
catalyst.

sharpened teeth,
curving thorns,
knowing and prescient;
no prophet nor god,
simply something          
                     monstrous.
looming.
majestic and terrifying.

from the rose bush
and her bloodied thorns:

a reminder that blindly grabbing
for the plush flowers of
life, love, and future ?
means sacrifice.
yet all grow shocked,
gasping aghast
when they are pricked.

                        when blood is drawn.


                                                                                 when change occurs.
Rose R
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Rose R  27/Non-binary/Pennsylvania
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