Roses and Me
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I laid in the roses where the thorns grew bigger.
I looked up, took a deep breath and saw the bees.
The green in the trees, faces in the breeze, and all of summers glee.
Warm, bright, and welcoming, the sun sees me to say her final hello.
Tears fill my eyes as I slowly reach up. Warmth glazes over my fingers. Her rays whisper that I’m not coming with her.
She says set me free.
Ready to be free, free like the bees swarming around me.
Ready to lay me to rest.
My red thorned roses turn darker as my arms skin opens up.
I feel it in my chest. This is it.
Wider and wider my arms open, her warm rays fill my leaking veins. She sends the rain that starts to fall on my sick cold skin.
She tells them to wash my fear away. Preparing me for the final part.
I feel it all comes back to me as my chest splits open. She sees me. Her flames grow and grow. I feel it. So far, yet she feels so close.
This is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for in somber since the very beginning.
My blood seeps into the ground, the stems taking it in like water. Their fire fuel.
The roots slowly peak out of the blood wet dirt.
They wrap around me, almost like a hug. Not warm enough to be from my sun.
But comforting to know it’s my end.
As I take my last breaths I feel the thorns stick me, mark my body and coat me.
My last breath leaves my body.
The bees land on me.
They rest on me.
They let me take the seven minutes I was promised since my making.
There, in the back is where you’ll see it. The warm and orangey yellow. Covering me with what people so desperately seek for need.
I try grasping it. Her warmth slips through my fingers.
Silly, pathetic me.
The bees sting. My memories escape me.
Stealing my love for the sun, moon, and stars that cover my day and night sky.
As my eyes close, as the ground swallows me whole to feed, I see the sun one last time.
The bees fly to her.
She starts to set leaving behind traces of her warmth to lay me to sleep.
The cold moon on the other end rising. Confirming that I have passed, somewhere here nor there.
A tear escapes my empty closing eyes. It rolls down my cheek that was warm with the suns remembrance.
Then, I officially become nothing in my already planned fate.
My truth lost with the faces in the breeze.
My love with the bees.
And I, my body with no soul, left with the thorned roses that feed on life and love.
