5White rose petal caresses silky skin
Barbed edges softly prick through gentle waters
The surface shatters
Raining glass on the silent floor
The glistening red bead wells up, hanging on the flower in suspense
Like a child clings to a mother
Consumed in safety, a resting place
Intoxicating nostalgia seeps through the senses
And for a moment, silence
Broken by unwanted hands clicking towards the inevitable
And then
The bead bursts
The silence erupts, a small leak unleashing a tidal wave
The milky petal is swept away in a hurricane of blood angst
Tossed about on a sea of loss
Glass eyes reflect the storm
The supple petal droops, water heavy
The ocean flows and cascades from numb fingertips
Trembling in the cold
Dead leaves rattle screams of agony
Howling in the merciless wind
Glossy fingernails sink into slate and screech
The moon shines briefly, shedding uninterested light upon the chaos
Flower slips from a slack wrist
Tumbling through a forest of heavy air
It twists slightly, in a ballet of lost souls, trailed by the fingertip waterfall
Again immobilized in silence
Again interrupted by incessant clacking hands
Clean mirror hardwood floor awaits the impact
Reflecting back china doll eyes
The ballerinas crash down, robbed of grace
The petals shatter
The lake shatters
The time shatters
The mirror shatters
The eyes shatter
And she dies