A newly picked rose; a friend
I picked as many as I can
One by one they die off
Sprawled helplessly on the ground beneath me
Thousands even millions walk all over them, over me
Where did all my friends go
I tried picking up the pieces
Dust moved it's way through the crevices of my hands
The wind taking them away
One rose left; one friend
A unique one at that
Please don't leave me
Only a matter of time time ticking down the rabbit hole I go
I feel her grasp leaving mine
Petals dieing
Only one left
Falling to the sea
One prick prick on the finger
It's too late
The petal has reached the water floating away from me
I yell please don't leave me
I can't be alone any longer
I'm afraid
These thorns won't stop stabbing me I cant stop stabbing me
I lay the razor down and stare at my wounded arm
wipe my eyes
Blood and tears stain my skin
A dead rose
in
my
left
hand
