A purple rose
with curled petals
bloomed over her head.
Amnesia plagued her mind.
She's planted so many flowers, she can't remember her beginning, and she doesn't think she'll have an end.
Maybe the rose will never be p r u n e d. It'll just keep growing and growing until the petals are embedded into her skull.
Precision and time, that's all she needs.
Snip, snip, s n i p.
"Missus rose, y o u ' r e l oo ki ng much b e t t e r
n o w. "
