Red rose

she picked me
from a field of red roses
to be the flower of her dreams and desires
she grew me
in the softness of her bosom
she showed her love for me
with her two forefingers
caressed my stems ever so gently
til I knew that love
the day she handled me roughly
my thorns pricked her esteem til the blood ran
platelet I am not
multiple paper cuts totaled her anguish til she cut me
chlorophyll my life force is spilled
Off with my head
She shed a tear
And marveled a beauty still retained
Though ripped from the root
Without a stem to stand
Her plan for salvation
Everlasting life between glass and four walls
Framed
As a reminder that flowers
Though wild
Do transgress
But deserve
Redemption