| rose |
| she is a rose. her body, although short, thin, to an extent, with thorns. her body wet from the "precipitation" from the "clouds". her beautiful face the red petals. deep color, as of her emotions. the sweat drips down her face as the water does the petals. and as she blossoms from the inside, she becomes vulnurable. then, as she opens up herself, i proceed. and the fact that it was me makes it all worth while. |