My sister said to wear

My sister said to wear
my skin like the stem
of roses, green and vibrant
thorns pointing outwards to
any outstretched arms.

My sister said to
search the light in faint dusk
when the sky turns violet & violent
hiding islands of paradise
behind the sea of red like blood
spilled from the heart, my heart

broken by outstretched arms
not meant to harm. The fists
never meant to squeeze the life within;
they never do, but still

the ground turns red in my eyes. No one else
sees it. My sister said
to raise my thorns as if they were
daggers toward any reaching palms.

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