roses but its bad

2. thorn

leafy

it's so disgusting here.
everything is rotten.
old and worn down.
and as every stressed out person in the world
would say,
"like my heart."

the lone leaf pile,
left out in the open
of the dark
moist
wooden floors

sits there for a moment,
and is swept away.

it reveals a dull red rose
poking its head
through the cracks.

"oh..?"

i stare at the plant
for a moment
and continue sweeping.

"i'll just cut the stem off.
yeah."

i come back to the manor
with the proper gardening tools
in hand.

it's sunset hour.
the manor is too dark.
but that'll change.

now, where did it go?

ah!

there it is!
that little rose.

"ouch!
stupid thorns."

snip

"ah, well. that's going to leave a mark."

the thorn punctured through my skin.
leaving a thin trail of blood
slithering through the crevices of my palm.

i wince as pain makes its way
through my veins.

well, it isn't as bad.

i notice it's nighttime.
i should head home.

what i don't notice
is the tiny sprout
that emerged from my hand.

i wince in pain.
again.

☆☆☆☆☆

eeeeeeeeeee
idk but i gotta say this is like
a venting kind of story??
it helps me with my problems at least

-t0k_n