Watch The Thorns

She said, "Mama can I pick the roses?"

Her mother said, "Watch the thorns

For their beauty hides an evil side

That the flower's stem adorns"

The eight year old plucks a rose

As her mother turns around

She feels a prick and grits her teeth

And doesn't make a sound

As time goes by she feels the pain

But still she doesn't tell

She continues to pick the roses

As her hand begins to swell

The pain begins to make her sick

As she fights for every breath

An hour later the pain had stopped

For the girl was taken by Death

The thorn that pricked the little girl's hand

Was a startled rattlesnake

The poison coursing through her veins

Was more than she could take

She said, "Mama can I pick the roses?"

Her mother said, "Watch the thorns

For their beauty hides an evil side

That the flower's stem adorns"

Reviews

[Mason]

OMG, ghastly imagary.