Rose flowers that I got today as a gift

Look at these crimson nightmares my gift, my curse, my lovers twisted offering. Theyre not roses; theyre blood-bloomed daggers, each petal a whispered threat, curled like fingers ready to grip. The red ribbon? Its not ribbon its a noose tied around my heart, strung with velvet poison. I didnt ask for this beauty I asked for the knife he hid behind the roses. See how they glow in the dim light? Like eyes waiting to blink open. Theyre not gifts theyre traps. And Im the one who opened the door. Dont look away. Dont breathe. Hes watching. And the roses? Theyre already waiting to bloom inside me.

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