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Letras Ilustradas

DEAD ROSE

Manuela Victoria Giraldo

I put the most beautiful cutlery as well as the knife. 59
on the table as I wait for my love, or And stares at the food in front of her,
as I like to call her now, just stares.
my little puppeteer. Sweat starts to build up in my body,
Oh, how could I have been so foolish, covering me completely,
I was always the one making why is she not taking a bite?
sacrifices; Was it to further torture me?
I left my friends, for her, I broke my My heart beats
back working. faster each second
Every single day, for HER. that passes without
And how does she pay me back? her eating the food.

Before, I answer my love enters the Finally,
room,
guided by the sweet scent of my it happens,
cooking. she takes a bite,
So I invite her to take a sit on one of and then another one,
my chairs and another one,
which is made over
of a special kind of wood. and over
Rosewood, to be more precise, again.
which was extracted from the same It is like an infinite loop
tree of the same action
roses are born from. over
And now that I think about it, and over
it is the dead mother of many roses. again.
From what I know, the beautiful In the center of the table
pattern lays an empty flowerpot,
that covers the wood, waiting patiently to get filled
Could be the dry blood of the tree. with flowers, any type of flowers.
Yellow sunflowers or white lilies.
Back to reality, It needs to fill that void inside,
my love takes the silver fork form with flowers,
the table, any type of flowers.