Petals soaked in sin π©ΈπΉ
Added 2025-03-28 18:59:10 +0000 UTCI sink my fingers into the thick, warm liquid β it clings to my skin, seeps between my nails, burrows into the ridges of my fingertips. The white roses freeze before me, as if they had been waiting for this moment. I drag my hand across the petals β they drink in the color like parched earth devours rain. The red spreads, flooding every crease, sinking into the finest veins. The roses are no longer innocent. I stand among them, breathing heavily, feeling each drop of my work seep into their very core. Now they are just as I wanted them. Now they are right.
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