The Flower II

The frosted ground,

crisp and clean.

Frozen.

The grass crackles and breaks with my every step...

An unusual occurance,

up ahead.

Has caught my attention,

fascinating me.

A stem.

A leaf.

A bud.

A flower.

Fights against the frozen air

to survive.

But as it blooms

I don't fail to see,

Yes, as it blooms,

it begins to bleed.

The red stream flowing towards me.

A rush of panic.

A tear.

And suddenly I feel a change.

Something's not quite right.

I look around and realize what's happened.

I am small.

Everything is red.

I am bleeding.

Everywhere.

I

Am

The flower.