all the thorns

Seeing a form of the original creation a familiar comforting burning sensation. Seeing the foundation an exotic feeling of radiation. My ribs prick out like thorns on a rose the beauty with in each curve and tone oh the craving ache to see every thorn A feeling of being trapped weighed down and wrapped A feeling I wish to escape trapped under a cloth draped With the view of all the thorns wishing to be reborn .