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A red rose petal draped in crimson resembling red wine. Expensive. Drinking it gives pleasure. The petal soft, delicate, gentle like what honey would be if it was a petal draped in red like a wife draped in reds of silk and gold.
Resembling happiness and prosperity.
Red roses blends in with anything it blesses with its presence. With snow like a beauty covered in white but— instead of covering its shine it makes it rays brighter then a star near the end of its performance.
Like a rose in a Iv drip. Instead of contaminating the fluid inside it cleanses it. Letting the rose fluid inject into vein —letting it run with my blood. Even if the rose contaminated the fluids inside I wouldn’t stop it. Because why should something so beautiful kill me.
Even if it did kill me. I wouldn’t care.
Even if the fragrance of the rose killed me from how sweet it was. I hated the smell of roses it resembled honey and sweetness. I plucked every single rose from its roots sniffing it like a child driven by curiosity. But— this one was different i didn’t hate the smell it was gentle, soothing fragrance that brings a sense of calm and joy.
Even the thorns on the stem was something I loved. I didn’t care how much it prickled against my skin. I didn’t care if it could pierce through my skin making blood pool out like ocean waves hitting harshly against something till it becomes a threat. I wouldn’t care if the thorn broke my skin.
It was beautiful and special. Why should I care if it kills me.