Endless Rose

Walking down the hall with my head lowered.

My hood up.

Hiding myself from the world.

 

“The world will kill me at first chance.” I tell myself every day.

The hall is empty. Trash and garbage lie on the floor. Still walking. Life seemed to go in slow motion.

I walk out side the school… the prison… torture house.

I throw myself to the damp moist grass.

So soft, I think to myself.

I look up dazing away in my head.

The world turns to a blur.

Life has no meaning any more.

My heart slows its rhythm.

Thump… Thump thump…. Thump…

Everything is fading to black.

The only color is a dark red spot.

A picture is forming in my mind.

A rose.

The stem is curved the rose peddles a dark red.

I reach for the rose trying to feel it

“Just a touch.”

I feel a wet coldness run through my body.

I jump and role over trying to breath.

I hear laughing.

I wipe my eyes to see who it was.

But all I see are black figures running away in the dark.

One of them dropped something.

I walk through the damp grass moving towards the small vessel.

I pick it up and look at it through the dark.

I screw up my eyes trying to see.

 

 “A rose.”

 

                 By Jesse

                                  Boze