Flowers and Blood
It has been a while since I felt this sharp pain in my chest. I feel betrayed. I feel betrayed by people whom I thought I could trust. One acted as a mentor. When I made myself vulnerable, she led me down a path, while holding my hand, towards a flower field of confusion and insecurities. She let go of my hand, smiled at me, and vanished. Things came out and they began pulling me, scratching me, biting me, taunting me, teasing me. I ran, blinded by tears and blood. I found a safe place, I felt my body temperature rise, my eyes burned, and rage began to flow out along with the pain.
The other stabbed me with a dagger made of ice. Blood and water flowed until it was just blood. Without a murder weapon, she has done no wrong. Perhaps if I continue to bleed and die, she would realize what she has done when it's too late.






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