Roses have an eye at the center of their petals. they crane their elegant stems to ogle me as I am yanked along by the leash of a jackal, scrabbling and foaming at the mouth. We stumble into moonlit shadows. Aloe leaf scrapes soft cornea. Out of my blooming socket comes a warm and red droplet. With my hand against the right half of my face I howl and run
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