I've always hated roses Maybe because they're So flawless compared to my messed up life Very beautiful compared to my scared skin It's amazing scent compared to my rotten soul But a part of me loves roses Because it has thorns just like me We both hurt unsuspecting people
once when i was a child i sat in a field surrounded by woods
and watched sparks leap from the fire to my clothes
i remember them dancing and stinging skin hot tiny freckle burns dotting my arms
i remember the smoke rising into the sky and curling like a cat caressing the darkness
as it twisted upwards and away away
the wood broke and the scent of elderflower filled me to the brim with heady wild-smoke
and i remember thinking big eyes filled with fire my mouth just open and breathing the heat in
i want to run through that fire
to the other side within .
i have always felt a particular connection to the smell of woodsmoke and elderflower due to frequent encounters with both - particularly together - as a child. so much so that the barest scent of either sends me spiralling into another mind.