VictoriaSims
3 years ago1,000+ Views
The Colors of Death:
The rose is one of the most beautiful flowers. Its red petals bright and brilliant. When the season comes for the rose to return, it sprouts. Eventually this rose will start to show its red. Their wrists are all different colors. Some are pale and some are tan. Some are in between. The blood flowing through their veins is blue. Like the green, blood doesn't show its red color until it gets to the surface. The blade is a shiny metallic silver. The edge is dangerously sharp.. One clean swipe is all it would take. Just one. The rose starts to bud. Slowly but surely showing more res as the weeks pass on. Brilliant red. Radiant petals. The scars don't go away. Each one shows more red as the days go by. Each one deeper than the others. One last clean spot, untouched by the blade. The last resort. It has been saved for so long. The rose starts to bloom. The petals opening up and looking like a crown. Perfection is all these petals can be. The thorns just beconing for contact. Everything about the rose is so alluring. Beauty and power eliminate from it. That silver blade isnow stained with red and brown. It hides under a pillow. Waiting for its next chance. Smudged with fingerprints. The metallic look is gone. This wound hurts so much, it's finally time. They laughed and said mean things. No one did anything to help. Tolerating the pain is not an option anymore. It is finally time. The rose is finally in full bloom. As red as blood. It is considered the most beautiful, but it is also the most devious. Looks can deceive. The blade is released from its pillow prison. Looking as evil as ever. Never bringing relief. Placed upon that spot of clean flesh. It makes its assault. Cutting the deepest it ever has. The rose wilts. All color fading with the season. Blood rushes to the surface. Skin splits as the blade goes down the arm. The blade giving no mercy. Color draining from their faces. Life leaving their bodies. The rose dies. The blade is still in the cold dead hand of the teenagers that drop to the floor.
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@VictoriaSims No problem! I can see how this is more a reflection of a societal problem, but I like to offer my ears to anyone who might need someone to listen :) Looking forward to seeing more writing from you in the future~!
3 years ago·Reply
I will definitely be writing more!
3 years ago·Reply
@VictoriaSims Well, @hikaymm has already pointed it out, but your symbolism is marvelous. Sure, roses have been compared to many things before, but you managed to resurrect the idea of using a rose as an ideology for beauty and for many other things (like death) as well.
3 years ago·Reply
This was heavy. It started off with a light tone and became dark. It took me on a journey by which I could feel the power of the beauty in a rose being developed by pain which caused conflicting emotions. Great stuff.
3 years ago·Reply
Well worth the read. Thanks for sharing!
3 years ago·Reply
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