- Response[ible]

A blanket of daisies
Supplanted by a maze of thorns,
Where I stumble
Wandering eyes reflect a lonely rose.

Black scars and
The smell of dried blood,
Catch up with me
In motionless scattered focus.

Convicted gardeners prune.
Gripped tightly by the stem,
A comfort in its last moments.

Abandoned and on my way, left behind, as
Stomping ground for the next trespasser,
If any pass by here.

Alone - a spontaneous shrivel,
Eternally wither away.
Every sunrise looks the same under dew filled eyes.

Skull cap removed,
A response falls from cold hands,
My animatronic fortune teller.

I will rest here with her,
Among hate soaked brambles,
To protect beauty from falling rain.

And occupied by future memories,
I don't notice the feeling leave my foot.
Pillowed perfume, she drags me down.
Forever locked away in her ticklish lullabies.