Rhodologist

The thorns curled around
Her paled rosy lips
Soft white petals
Stained with blood

Her roses splattered
With her own crimson
A white rose placed
Upon her lips

The roses grew over her
Her corpse hidden from view
The rotting hid
By petals and perfume

Yellow roses sprouted
From her skull
The one white rose
Clinging to her jaw

Red roses
Purple 
Yellow
And Pink
All grew around her

The only white rose
Stayed on her lips

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