Dirty, stained, I’ve fallen again. Would someone help me up..? Maybe just once this time. Wait, what- who is it?
Oh it’s you..
I missed you so…
“The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I’m just not close enough to get the job done.” –George Carlin
Covered in poisoned spikes was the stem of the delicate flower. She touched it, unable to keep her pale fingers away from the one that she was named after. It resembled her so. Soft and delicate, untouchable like her porcelain skin yet wrapped in a defensive shield that lured all away but the brave or [...]