Poetry Collection

Fifteen Red Roses

Triolet written for Maverick's Weekly Writing contest

Fifteen red roses lay on a dirt mound.
One for each year of my life.
Too soon I was put into the ground.
Fifteen red roses lay on a dirt mound.
They thought my body would never be found.
He raped me,piercing me with his knife.
Fifteen red roses lay on a dirt mound.
One for each year of my life.