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“glittery pink galaxy full of moons and shooting stars while skulls of humans heads float around amidst big rose blooms whose vines full of thorns that are dripping blood from some, tightly wrap themselves around revolver pistols"
(This is the original prompt that popped into my head as I was trying to come up with something that somehow depicted what it felt like to be me…..
which in turn, led to THIS….
emotionally torn.)
Heart bleeding from the sharp pricks into the soft delicate flesh
The blood dripping heavily from more than a few of the thorns,
Stronger than the leaves,
Those wispy things fluttered about
Like butterflies afixed to the stem
Unable to find a release
Giving the ability to fly away
Thorns were stronger than that.
Thorns knew how to Pierce the delicate flesh
The prick bringing blood to the surface
Small pool of the heavy dark red liquid
It slowly grew in size
As well as intensity
Before it rolled out of the bleeding wound
The wound caused by the thorn in which pricked it
As it rolled downward towards the ground below
Before it rolled it was caught
The thorn caught the droplet
Perfectly caught in the center
Thicker is it getting
Growing steadily harder to move
A liquid turning to solid.
Frozen in time…
