Painting FlowersA Poem by To be scene To be heard
Tattered dress. Drops of blood splatter the grass. Fingers scarred by overlooked thorns. Long blond matted hair rains down. Covering my hollow face. Delicate white flowers cover the bushes. Such a beautiful flower. To be ruined by a unsteady hand. Lifting the petal I slowly brush the petal red. Rubbing the soft smooth skin between my fingers. Rain pours down. Streams of crimson flow through the garden. The roses once again become white……
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