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These flowers, it showed the horror of life, 61
the flowers on the flowerpot, and the truth that not even dead you
are the closest thing I could find to will be left alone.
the real flowers, These roses smelled like the food
that would be born out of her blood. vultures devour every day,
crimson red petals conformed the rotten meat.
top part of the flowers. The only afterlife we are truly sure
They were as dry as a desert, and exists,
they looked like if you touched a and the only fate no living thing can
single petal, escape.
they would turn into dust. A horrible scent that attracted
The stem had a green color, unwanted guests to these roses,
but it was far from the green color and I’m not talking about butterflies
that represents life, and bees,
it was more like a disgusting I am talking about flies and their
swamp-like color. larvae.
All the roses arched to one of their Flying always on top of the flowers,
sides, and eating the only remaining life on
as if they were trying to get back to these pathetic plans,
the ground, to leave nothing behind,
to finally die and escape the agony just holes.
of just existing. And so, I took my revenge.
The black thorns were covered in a I stared at my lover, laying lifelessly
red liquid, on the table,
my own blood was on those thorns, no longer able to hurt me,
a little representation of the pain she no longer able to anyone, not even
caused me, herself.
and the thing she stole from me. Soon, the flies started to fly on top of
A happy little accident, her,
that turned out to be art. and soon the larvae started to get
The last thing that made these rid of her as well,
flowers different, leaving nothing behind,
special to be more precise, just holes.
was the scent. Time was not important anymore,
Average roses would be scented and I don’t know how long I stared at
With their signature, floral scent... her body,
But these roses were different. all I know is that now she was just
Instead of showing the beauty of life, like the roses,
when you smelled the scent of these just like her children.
roses, Her hair was dry, dry as a desert,
