I turned and she was gone. Like the wind blowing through the trees. She was the love of my life and I crushed her like the soft rose petal. I press my lips together and blow. Giving her the freedom she never had within my grasp. I watch as she floats away. Carried by the gentle breeze to a new life and into the arms of a new love that will cherish her for the perfect beauty that she is. While I, the thorn, remain behind, tossed aside, and forgotten. A decrepit being unwanted for the cruelty its existence brings.
5 comments:
Wow...creepy but awesome. I love the imagery, the use of the rose petal contrasted with the thorn. Very clever.
I've always loved your strength with words. Great pacing. Great writing.
oh...hey...how are you?
wow. just wow....
Carrie and Lance, thanks
Diva, it takes one to understand I knew you would.
Power in these images, Robin
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