Thorns

her garden flourished flowers of every kind in every color imaginable she took good care of her garden kept the weeds away never let any thorns grow her flowers were more important to her than anything else for years her garden was perfect until she noticed something unusual two dark, velvet red roses their color was so deep different than anything she had ever seen she felt a strange attraction to them a strong connection rooted deep in her soul they were flawless in every way so she let them grow she gave them water and soil and they grew and they grew and they grew they grew so fast that she could no longer control them they kept growing they grew until they covered the whole garden and then they grew even more her lovely garden ruined her radiant flowers tried to shine through the thorns but they were too weak the thorns were too thick too strong her once blooming flowers left to rot suffocating underneath the tangled roses she wanted to save them but every time she tried she was cut by the thorns bleeding now she sat there helpless left to watch as the dark, velvet red roses kept growing growing tangled with each other her dark, velvet red blood seeping into the soil feeding the two roses she lies on the cold hard ground looking at what is left of her garden her heart is filled with sorrow filled with longing for what once was for what she may never have again all of the color all of the life sucked out of her garden taken over by the dark, velvet red roses all that remains now are thorns thorns tearing through her skin ripping apart her dreams and two dark, velvet red roses