The queen demands perfection
In her kingdom of beautiful red roses
Not a thorn too sharp or too dull
No withered petals marring such a penultimate picture
Not a single leaf skewed or out of place
Everything must be arranged with sheer magnificence in mind
Even if the image is fake, a hollow illusion of reality,
It matters not so long as the portrait is pleasing to look at
In pursuit of that false flawlessness, the queen clips away at them
Thorns, petals, leaves, and all
Each part is stripped away until no imperfections remain
And the kingdom of roses is in balance once again
© 26 June 2021, by Haley Scully
Introverted Creativity 