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White Angel Roses

Am I walking or gliding
on this weeping wooden
crucifixion plank
connecting to
the other side
Am I alive
or is this
an iridescent death
do I dare peek
over the ledge
get lost in the
ebony abyss of silk
or should my aching
eyes march ahead to a
void shaped moon
filled with glowing
White Angel Roses
swaying to an empty breeze
I can’t feel or breathe
but I feel a
prick on my feet
from a lone
white thorned rose
flashing like lightening
beckoning me to pick
from this crying cross
And I do
I bring the flashing rose
up close to my nose
watch it disperse
into wings playfully
pushing me over
circling and steering
my descension dive
nudging to the left
pulling to the right
tearing through
the silk afterlife
back towards my body
with a slam of
orgasmic glory
twin moon eyes
crack and split open
to a hospital
room filled with

White Angel Roses.
Written by Adelphina
Published
Author's Note
My dad had a triple bypass surgery a few years ago. The nurses were amazing
through the whole ordeal. So comforting knowing he was well taken care
of when we were not there.

Just curious how many times they have
brought people back from the brink of death.

Also, must take a toll when they don't.

Listening to
Goldfrapp - Moon in your mouth.
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