In a fever dream
dancing with
the devil,
I ran circles
around roses
painted red,
burnt to ash.
She smiled at me
all sharp teeth.
Careless of
my own comfort,
I reached out
for beauty
and wounded myself
on the thorns.
In a fever dream
dancing with
the devil,
I ran circles
around roses
painted red,
burnt to ash.
She smiled at me
all sharp teeth.
Careless of
my own comfort,
I reached out
for beauty
and wounded myself
on the thorns.