for_sab
Death of a Rose
As
told
to
me
by
the
post
it
note
left
on
my
door
.
Delivery
is
complete
,
Happenstance
is
not
your
history
.
Please
retain
the
vestiges
of
your
thought
,
until
assumptions
are
dead
.
This
delicious
bone_woman
, ressurection
gaze
.
Secrets
shared
over
the
folded
consequence
of
saving
the
young
and
oppressed.
Perusal
of
the
deep
blue
pools,
watching
the
manatee
shimmer
.
040825
...
sab
brown
and
hollow
doors
hold
carboard
secrets
that
are
dusty
and
dry
[
this
door's
secret
wasnt
well
hid
]
i
left
my
radiator
with
red
stains
down
the
back
for
the
next
occupant
to
find
or
not
i
once
quietly
proclaimed
in
a
wardrobe
the
permanat
ownership
of
the
room
i
dont
think
it'll
stand
up
in
court
though
dust
dust
is
the
menu
of
the
day
dust
is
the
trail
leading
back
to
the
past
dust
is
made
up
of
80
%
dead
skin
cells
but
at
least
they
are
my
own
i
claim
all
my
scars
as
my
own
you
gotta
have
scars
,
she
said
,
its
like
a
passport
where
you've
been
and
today
, im_ok_with_that
040825
...
once again
you
break
my
soul
...
040825
...
sab
if
i
broke
it
does
that
mean
i
have
to
pay
for
it
?
erm
ive
checked
my
pockets
ive
got
a
bent
bobby
pin
and
some
fluff
will
that
do
?
its
been
a
long
time
since
i
owned anothers
soul
,
i
have
forgotten
the
going
rates
040825
...
Psst
this
wasn't
a
door
secret
040826
...
once again
souls
are
always
free
but
a
blue
slushie
is
the
minimum
suggested donation...
040829
