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She Bled Roses
  Roses dripped from her wrists
  Petals smacked the surface of a placid pool where she lay
  Growing ripples out of languid seeds
  On which insects spread their liquid wings.
  Columbines poured from each fragrant slash
  Sweet nectar made bait for abyssal beasts
  Colossus and Leviathan scratching the scummed surface from below
  Snapping frail lanky roots from which lilies grew. 
  Thistled demons circling the pool’s simple rim
  Washing them onto the bank with each rippled reach
  From concentric complexity to linear turf
  They drowned on the land of frond covered beach.  
  
  Plump marigolds burst along overgrown cuts
  Crusting in a chapped bouquet
  Fighting to outgrow the savage scarlet weeds
  Which stemmed from her fallow arteries.
  Geraniums trickled into the foliage flooded bank
  Imbibing sweet wine from her lips and cheeks
  Their rhizomes snaked in tendrils across her face
  Skin traced over with a hot velvet lace.
  Snapdragons bit at her limbs and dark toes
  Each passing stalk dragged her further below
  Petals lapping at her stomach and gliding over shoulders
  Green leaves rising to caress her slim neck
  And when the sky nearly sunk out of sight 
  All she left was a lotus searching for light.

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This topic is one I believe should be less of a societal taboo, as to create a global community where those who are in need of support are not afraid to seek help. i hope all who read "She Bled Roses" discover that light shines brightest in the darkest hour.