Catharsis | On Hold

18. wither

this is the story of a delicate flower.

[i was your delicate flower.]

your daily routine

sunrise: open the blinds to let the sunlight in. shower me with my daily dose of wonders and jewels and all that is gold.

[all that does not glitter.]

lunchtime: feed me nectar for lunch.

[sweet lies. artificial love.]

sunset: tuck me into bed. pepper me with butterfly kisses and thorny embraces.

[and choke me.]

one day,
i decided to turn over a new leaf
and i plucked off all of my petals
barricaded the windows
locked you out of my cupboard
let myself drown in darkness
until it became the death of me.

[honey, i felt more alive than ever.]

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comment if you caught that exo reference ;)