Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

cheeks.
A bloody rose.
And I could feel my dahlia heart darkening as blackness slowly took
over.
It felt like an out of body experience. I gathered her in my arms as she
woke up and cried silently, but I could also see myself from the outside,
lying down with her, little hands clutching my shirt like a lifeline.
I could see us slowly withering, a red rose and a black dahlia.
When she fell back asleep, I still held onto her like my life depended on
it. My failure to protect her cost her her innocence and I would never
forgive myself.
Tears I had managed to hold in for the longest time finally broke free.
But tears seemed so inconsequential compared to the war, the annihilation
that was taking over my heart. I felt destroyed inside.
I wanted nothing more than to shout my pain to the world. Let them
know how it felt to be so completely demolished emotionally that it seemed
like your whole world had stopped spinning.
But I couldn’t.
I couldn’t share my pain with anyone. I couldn’t share my rage with
anyone.
So I cried. I cried until the sun came up.
And my sobs were silent but I could hear my soul screaming. It screamed
for justice.
It screamed for revenge.