And I gift you a white rose , you take it and wonder why white
I reply "because white roses are often enjoyed when red"
The rose was poisoned
When you touched it , it went into your body
You'll begin to fall asleep soon.
Everything seems cold
Your head is moving
You begin to close your eyes
You're tied up now
You feel warm tho
And you see me ahead of you.
The same face
The same rose in my hand
Except that it's red now
As I begin to lick the cold tip of the knife
And press it aganist your arm
I swiftly glide it across your body as it ripples through you
Leaving a velvet trail behind.
The knife is getting red
And warmth is leaking through your body
The gates are opening
I reach your neck , the tip is still cold
As it touches you, it gives you goosebumps Your body feels warm now
And I gently slash your warm throat.
While my lips collide aganist yours
And I whisper in your ear
"The roses sure are enjoyed when red"
A chill goes down your body and you feel heavy
And you notice the same grinning face Except that it's red
And you suddenly WAKE UP
You're in your bed.
Unhurt
You wonder what happened
You're sweating and you start to freak out
And you look around
Your heart skips a beat when you notice something
There's a white rose on your bed.
YOU ARE READING
The rainbow roses
RomanceWith every color having a different meaning, The rainbow roses is a collection of short stories which will range through a lot of genres.