[R O S E I N A V A S E]
An empty
Vase
Stands alone
On a table
A table
Made of dark wood
Nothing too
Complicated
A simple
Vase
Made
Of glass
It stands
Underneath
A hole
In the ceiling
Continuously
Water drips
Down into
The beverage
It reflects
The sky
Deepest
Blue
A gust
Of wind
Has had enough
It approaches
Sweeping the water
Into the void
Gently
Replacing
The vase’s guts
With a rose
Pedals
Agonizingly pink
Flower
Consumes
The liquid
That falls
The rose
Turns
Twists
Twitches
Keeping it
Locked in
Shut
A hurricane
Pedals
Transitioning
A new being
Dissolving
It burns
And melts
Breaking
The vase
It’s barely
Recognizable
Anymore
The rose
Dark oak table
Now an ocean
Light is
No more
Intense
Pigments
You’ve never
Seen before
Because
A
Vase
Is for a rose
Because
A glass
Is for drops
Of water
Because
This mutant
Climbs off the table
and falls
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