The Rose Essay, Research Paper
The Rose
by Krystal Sedlak
I look in the rose
and see it’s tiny petals.
They fall to the ground like
tiny ashes of the love that was
burned when I refused to give up our love.
The rose grows with apathy,
not because it grows,
but because it is slowly rotting away
like the flesh on a dead corpse.
The white porcelain vase shatters
due to the pressure of tears
that have collected in it.
An avalanche has collapsed on top.
The rose freezes and ceases to live.