laying on the floor twirling the blood rose. happy as ever she looks at it again...its black as night. she rises from the floor, images fly past her. she was once a free spirit so light and free. now dressed in black she makes her way down the hall...avoiding eye contact she walks away from everyone. sits alone at lunch and in class. everything she touches turns black becoming ash...
falling to her knees
her tears run black
...black wings unfold
and embrace her. for that is the only
embrace she will ever have because everything
she touches dies
for she has
the
touch
of
DEATH
