Darren C. Demaree Emily as the Night Was Burnt Orange I destroyed the rose bed to lift the rose bed to throw the rose bed against the almost evening & since Emily was naked in the yard again, I had wanted to have the color of her body be without context. She stood out in the black, for a moment, before the roots landed at my feet & the blossoms curled around me, she was whole & in conflict with the beauty of the every day. I wrestled that moment for her.