Tuesday, March 28, 2017

It's a metaphor

I came upon a rose. I stared at its crimson leaves, and tried holding it in my hands. My fingers bled as I pricked my fingers against its stem. I felt the wound in the moist air, and I held my breath. It was much better than feeling nothing. I feel better when I bleed.

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