Bloody rose

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It was in the heat of the harmattan.

She was lying in her bathroom floor,
In the afternoon, just when it was hottest.
Only a few days after she had found her husband in arms of another,
Desperately trying to milk her for himself.



As she layed there,
She remembered the bittersweet memories,
Filled with love, respect, happiness and joy.
But she'd realized now, that above all that, was a hidden lust and deceit.

Tears fell to the letter she had just completed before she fell to the floor,
It was a letter to her husband.
She would stack them with the rest of the letters she had written for those whom she held dearly.

She finally stood up to go to the bath tub,
And after she had the time of her life in the warmth of her dearest friend,
She picked the new blade she had bought from the supermarket on her last visit, obviously intended for some other purpose.

With a swift yet deep cut, it all went blank.

...

"Honey?! I bought your favorite flower, your white rose. Honey?!!"

He thought maybe she'd gone to prepare for their fifth anniversary dinner,
Imagine his shock to meet his wife lying almost motionless in water so artistically coloured red.

In hysteria, he moved close to her in such speed, I'm sure Barry Allen would have been jealous.

He heard a ragged voice, like she was struggling to say something to the love of her life,
Desperately gasping for air.
Although he tried to hush her by giving her the white roses so that he could take her for help,
She still wanted to say it.

Upon moving closer and seeing the sincerity in her eyes, she whispered;

"I.......ha....te........yo.u...."

Yes she did.
Since the love of her life was gone, there shouldn't be a life.
Unconciously, he dropped the rose in water and watched as it become red.
Yes, red, the colour of their love.

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