Neo Mashua

Chronicles Of The Red Rose Cemetery - Poem by Neo Mashua

Spring sweet smell of freshness touching the rush going breathless…a life for a life, love is really restless. Rock-hard departures, leaving partners feeling worthless. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you “The chronicles of the red rose cemetery”.
Fresh and alive, gifted she feels as she’s chained to this curse. Belly butterflies enlarge as the thought of him springs up with his picture out of the purse. Embracing his African body dressed in his earthly packs. She smiles at the sight she grabs when she staring him from the back.
Leather tight skin, he shivers to his nerve endings sending messages down his spinal cord to his 'third leg'. Oopsy! Awake is he who regards her innocent up until he corrupts his many children, allowing them to swim up the thighs of his lover.
Rubber, rubber! She screams. He grins, thinking of the pleasure he got from the woman of his dreams.
Oh no! Let me make this clear, I fear you got the wrong idea, about him who smiles to a lover’s tear. Got what he wanted, and from a sheep’s skin a wolf is set to appear.
Like his other twenty, she’s chained to pain’s main cart. Being pulled six feet deep, her life slowly falls apart. Dear friends mourn to the sight of her coffin. She smiles as her soul is being torn into pieces. Her life petals break as she forgets her wishes. Materialistic coffin, she lays in his riches.
This is the lock down of a rose in death to the hands of the witches…

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 4, 2010

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