The Blooming Flower

A bowl taking up space, its condescending shadow sending hopelessness to my heart like thunder breaking over an unconscious figure, wet, and bloody. A scarf flowed through tall shimmering grass, painting the dull grass with lavender and yellow hues. A distant storm appeared with its loud shuddering blows, blending with the stands of my hair wrapping around my neck, whispering tales of death, and eternal darkness.