[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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