It started off beautiful: silk petals, fragrant pheromones, and pleasantries to the eyes.
I was promised a strong foundation, with a stem that would always be nourished with the essentials; I was promised that I would bring something pleasant to those around me and the life that I partake in.
Then something changed. Some would call it life. I would soon call it a twisted destiny or a mockery of fate. My stem, my own foundation takes on a new body guard of prickly teeth to hurt anyone that tries to come near me. I draw blood at the slightest touch. I promise it’s not on purpose.
–what it would be like to have someone close, partake in my petals, and smell the sweetness of my body. I remain seen and never touched.
I have the water that I need, the sun on my face, and the coolness of the night when it’s time to rest.
My petals begin to fade, and my thorns become stronger. No one is there to see how beautiful I am or how beautiful I once was. If I could do something about these thorns–they keep me safe.