We walked among roses and he spoke of Paris, of Florence and Venice, of worlds we would travel. We walked among roses until thorns turned to claws and flowers were beautiful no more.
The house came along with the rest of the inheritance; all sixteen million of Uncle Albert’s un-explained fortune. When the men came to fit the new carpets we didn’t question the stained riddled floorboards, the join in the skirting halfway around the living-room or why the job was only ever completed halfway. It was always best to avoid asking questions of Uncle Albert.
No.1 I will take my seat, To watch the skeletons dance, While you carve my name. No.2 Crack down to marrow, Beneath the glitter of blood, And the ragged flesh. Written for the ‘Horrid Haiku’ prompt currently running at ‘Morbid-Poets’ on Deviantart.