fairy dust

from a lone rose, 

its red petals reaching for the bleak horizon, 

emerges a small creature sitting daintily in the center. 

pollen springs up into the air

and the creature stands up, 

wobbly on its feet

and flys away. 

fairy dust is left in its wake, 

contaminating honey bees and butterflies 

and the stomachs of too curious hummingbirds.

the sun can't kill this fairy dust, 

and the moon is hypnotized, 

illuminating the specks and bringing them more attention, 

causing more deaths. 

the creature returns to the source of the world's destruction, 

pressing a gentle kiss to the stamen, 

laughing softly to itself. 

it flutters away

as the rose, 

alone it stood on the barren ground, 

desperate for any sort of affection. 

wilts.

and dies. 

and rots. 

from love disguised as beauty, 

only to leave toxicity in the roots.