Toxic Love Of A violet Rose Bush

stormnate.melancholia

· 21 Dec 2020

Toxic Love Of A violet Rose Bush

Among the thorns he found her. Her body tangled in the needle riddled vines of the violet rose bush. Her glistening silver eyes seemingly reflecting the light from the night stars. Her whispers ringing in the wind begging to be freed from the strangling restraints slowly consuming her.

Driven by a new found cause he stars desperately ripping at the vines.Every prick of a thorn merely building a blood filled rage whilst each painful grasp at the vines fuel an obsession to save her. As he tears at the blood covered vines his mind and vision only tunnels around her. Her sweet scent could just as well be an intoxicating drug filling the air.

Her flustered face and rose pink cheeks has him fixated. Her sweat sparkling in the star light against her pale fair skin could be that of fairy tales. Her damp shirt clinging to her lush chest as skin tight as the vines entangling her. Her eyes now staring into his simply ensure him that they could be together forever. Finally having reached her he reaches out with his now blood covered arms to embrace her. The stinging from the thorns that had once cut him seemingly fades away. Ready to save her from the darkness consuming her, he leans in for a kiss...

It was over before it even began. The razor sharp vines of the violet rose bush have already taken hold. Failing to grasp the cold cruel truth of reality after being caught in his own romantic fantasy has proven itself fatal. As the vines wrap now wrapping around them. The fear of losing that which they had in that one perfect moment begins tearing at their sanity. The constricting vines are suffocating any hope of peace they once had. crushing them against one another terror and pain take hold as they realize that they won't make it out together. Desperately he fights against the vines succeeding in only sealing their fate.

Now suffering in the stench of despair they lay. Gasping for air in the cold dark of night. An eternity of happiness now one of suffering. What could have been freedom has now become a prison. A prison in which they'd be stuck forever.

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