• The rose petals descent
    Twirling around
    In a sort of melody

    How deep a red they are
    Almost black as the floor
    It dances around

    She sits there naked
    With her knees bent
    And arms holding her legs for warmth

    With head arced
    She stares lifelessly
    Into the flickering light

    The air uncorrupted
    It lingers in the dark
    Can such an abyss exist?