Red Rose and Gasoline Smells

Gasoline smells
burning into her nose
subtle prick of a thorn
red blood on a rose

Memories of times
making her head spin
back before promises
burned down into red rose sin

Dizzyness, a disease
and cascading, diamond rain
drumming on her driveway
singing in her brain

Oh, the little things she said
those hollow words never meant
a clawing desperation fills her
to go back before down her arms red roses bent