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White Rose


By Amethyst ChampagnePublished 2 years ago 1 min read
White Rose
Photo by Rachel Coyne on Unsplash

Sunlight spilled through the trees where I laid, my skin drying from the swim in the lake earlier.

This was where I wanted to be, alone and undisturbed, letting my thoughts wander like the clouds.

But a white blur caught the corner of my vision.

I ran over, seeing it was a white rose, admiring its beauty, every petal, every leaf perfect.

They were my favorite flower, their purity always filling me with hope.

Yawning as a sudden wave of drowsiness flooded me, I rested my head on the ground and dozed off.

When I woke, the sky was dark and the rain poured on me, not stop stopping.

I went to touch the rose and got pricked, the rose turning blood red.

I looked at where I bled, black flooding my veins.

My throat constricted and my eyes burned, knowing I was cursed forever more.

nature poetry

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Amethyst Champagne

I write fiction, personal stories, advice about writing, editing, life, and even poetry. You can also find me on Substack and Gumroad for exclusive content!

My Twitter is @AmethystC99.

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