mimickingmaelstroms:

i never knew how addicting it could be until i had a box overflowing with them. one had crooked edges as though it had been chewed on by a toothless child. another one was the color of the sky. there was one that reminded me of you with its curled edges and sly smiles.

i like these roses better for three reasons: they had no thorns, they will never die, and just because they were made today during this year’s first april shower.

despite having no thorns, they had sharp edges. i made the mistake of burrowing my hand in them, thinking it would be like putting your hand in a sack of beans in the market when the shopkeeper isn’t looking. there are just a few things worse than papercuts and i can’t think of one right now.

but upon closer inspection, these roses started to smell like old people’s hands. and the smallest of the bunch had the story of a plane crash on one petal and a girl raped by eight men in a small village south of town on another.

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MJL