Blood for petals

Thorns form a bracelet as I bite down on the rose petals,

Drinking in the dew drops.

I imagine it is your blood,

You’re the one who planted them, after all. 

They climb the walls of the palace,

Begging me to escape with them,

Showing me the way,

Blossoms have more freedom than I do. 

The thorns dig further into my skin,

And I push myself towards the flowers even more.

I want to bleed where you bled,

To be absorbed by the flowers,

Become one of them,

To escape my thoughts.