Thorns

baby steps

Above ^^ is the main character

Taking one hand up to her mouth she stroked her own dry, cracked lips. She stared at her companions soft, moisture oozing lips that sat ready and waiting to be touched. Her hand twitched, wanting to touch the rose coloured petals in front of her; yet again they were out of her reach.

Rose coloured petals aligned to form lips, soft like velvet; sitting still and unwavering for seconds at a time before a slight breeze induces a slight tremble with every gulp of air that is pushed and pulled between the fluffy cushions... A morose look gathered in oceans of blue, puddling in a perfect circle that was never endingly deep with knowledge and mysteries; of which drew in even the most unadventurous of people.Cherry blossoms rushed by in a sudden gush like a storm of butterflies gently brushing past her face.

The stars twinkled in the distance just like the night these feelings came to be. Their re-birth was on a spectacular night like this one. Carcass of the old me in hand, roses of blood settled on the snow around my crouched body. I struggled to gasp for the air that sat still and calm in the night. How could I have predicted it would end like this? Why did she misunderstand me?

As the glittering dust clouds grouped together to disembowel the moon, slowly curdling changing shape and joining together to disarray there silver lining that scattered the night sky. The mid-night wind that howled like a pack of wolves with the strength of an army and the volume of thunder beat the trees that were muffled with the sound of the passing wind as it chaperoned a group of leaves.

They stood tall, arching and guarding the pathways to the mist engulfed building, the rust stained the bars orange, discolouring its copper finish. The cracked foundations let the barricade lean over like a disapproving mother would her child, whilst silver chains shackled the copper plated shields together blocking out the wind as it bashed against them turning the gates into gongs.

I could feel tears well up in my eyes as blood dribbled off into the distance from my body like the tears I desired to release and be free of. But they refused to leave, the pain welled up and I lost my senses as my throat growled with the pain; from where I still wasn't sure but it ached and ached and ached so terribly, distasteful that I bit my own lips like dry cracked autumn leaves that were slowly crumbling along-side my heart that deteriorated as the seconds ticked by. The crumbs of my soul eloped with my blood and I stared at my hands as they clawed at the wound. I cared not that it was a physical wound she gave me but the reasons; the thoughts; the words that followed her every step in sync her fluttering hair that made it unbearable.

A curse of curses some would call it but some-how after time it goes beyond a curse and enters the domain of plain torture where they barely allow you to recover before slowly expanding the cracks in the foundations and allowing it to crumble little by little so once you feel safe and secure everything falls from beneath your feet and your left on a perch alone in the dark once again. Re-building the foundations from crumbs and rubble that faintly escaped the calamity.

Roses have thorns. Petals will wither; people change their minds and feeling dither... and I end up in my building watching the sun rise repeatedly with days, yes endless days and nights with no sleep no energy and no will to even eat. Pitiful one might call me, iniquitous is what I call it; Mortality at it's cruelest.

A tiny cat paw patted my face as I awoke slowly, I scratching at all the surrounding surface of my bed in sequence with the cat before getting up out and standing by the side of the crumpled pile of quilts on my bed. Staring groggily at my wardrobe that consisted of so many items of clothing it took up the whole of the second room. I considered the materials and how they'd feel. I then looked down at my own body. Were clothes really necessary? I thought to myself then laughed. Today I will wear it... the outfit they made for me. I am ready ... I am over them ... I am complete again. I am aren't I?