Silent cries shook the petals of the flower, at the core of which she rested. The thorns that curled around her body, and the kisses that spilt poison into her mouth bled, giving color to the roses that soaked in scarlet.
Her body dripped of nectar where all she could do was, but lick her own wounds. Angels collapsed at the sight of her, wept and retreated into thin air.
Her butterfly wings, torn and displaced; stopped fluttering as she lay her head down and closed her eyes in a sleep that wouldn’t awaken until the petals curl away under the snowing moon.
10th March, 2005