Pétales ➳ jjk+kth

iv

red paints my bathroom.

swirls rest delicately over my mirror, the blood rusting the clear glass.

the tiles are etched with crimson, a flood in it's own way.

the blood was the cake's base, silent and unmoving yet deadly.

and the petals.

the petals that scatter over the red, full in bloom.

plush, delicate bodies that flutter quietly to the floor.

beautiful things are always dangerous.

never to be trusted.

for those petals were the ones who tore me down.