You planted a seed you forgot to water. Fed it hate till it grew into a Rose with poisonous thorns. Beguiled you are as you watch her beauty, forgetting she grew with thorns. You let down your guard and let a thorn breach your skin. You’ve given her a taste of your blood and now she wants more. You pluck her and place her in a glass bottle. Ruthless and unforgiven you are, but your blood has been drawn. Your…
