Paper and Pencil Shavings..

Night-time Thorns

Pretty, pretty flowers

Hanging from a vine

Crawling up my wall

Reaching for my small plastic

Stars, glistening brightly in the dark.

Some rebel and slither down my backboard

Over the sheets and onto my small pale form,

Warming me with their warm leaves and

Petals, dancing across my skin.

I smile

And they smile.

Lovely, lovely roses smiling

all around me.

Be gentle now

They tighten to screams...