time

Snatch the rose

Pluck it from the sky, and

Drink the youth that spills from her curling lips.

A lifetime in mad moments

A sweet, dark liquor that consumes the mind and soul.

A sickening rose against the urban jungle,

Drowning in dangerous thorns

Which ruin the rough hands

that pick the precious gift.

Where’s the time gone?

Image by Kate Lee, @katrionaemilyphoto.