Bloodied Rose

Bloodied Rose

I fold the paper twice: one part white, the other red
The emptiness comes in white as a whole
The red, as life
Red as blood
Red as a rose
A bloodied rose in the shadow of the moonlight
It feeds on the darkness and on the light
But the light is as dark as the shadows
And the darkness is so bright it blinds

Keeping the secret alive
Keeping up appearances
Adjustments to simplify the truth
Changing it cunningly and completely
The truth manipulated turns into a lie
But it keeps being told as a truth
You know it, I know it
And no one really cares
It will not disrupt their reality

The rose keeps it’s thorns in the open
But do they bend upon touch or do they break through the skin?
Reality comes and crashes upon the possibilities
It pierces the skin with such violence
That the liquid life spills upon the ground
Will you see it?
Or is it too dark?
Are you simply blind to it?
You don’t really care.