From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one :: SOTD

miss universe

Keep Art Alive :: “Miss Universe” :: Art by Sarah Joncas

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow,
and she lay on the bank,
the wind light as a thief.
And I kissed her goodbye, said,
“all beauty must die”,
and lent down and planted a rose between her teeth.”

His Miss Universe
by me

She was a thrift shop beauty queen,
a back alley princess doling out peace,
wrapped in cherry-kissed refrains.
He watched her from distant corners,
following underneath a coveters shadow

She smiled at him once,
crooked teeth and blood red petals opening just for him.
He looked away quickly,
closing each eyelid to record the memory,
detail by detail locking her away.

She was talking loudly in her sing-song way that evening,
polka dots and wild flowers dancing across her body,
her dress just like his Grandmother’s wedding photo,
except she is in technicolor,
like a film star on his TV screen.

The knife pierces her skin so easily,
cutting in deep like a slice of cherry pie.
Her blood feels warm on his hands,
turning pale flesh into a twin’s match to her ruby lips.
He will paint every detail with it.

She is his now to lock and keep,
a new bouquet for her to hold in ice cold hands,
Grandmother’s ring slips on so easily,
as he whispers to her “until never will we part“,
because sometimes death can mean beginning.

He will never look away from her now.

Where the Wild Roses Grow :: Nick Cave and Kylie Minogue

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