you declared that you loved me more than life itself to any and all that would listen if only you had valued life a bit

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
you declared that you loved me more than life itself to any and all that would listen if only you had valued life a bit
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave comes to life a flower’s worst nightmare bloomed majestic and hand-picked by the gardener as a semblance of exquisite beauty
A knock upon the door reveals a familiar, elderly man, dressed in his finest. His facial expression is one of uncertainty. What does the face
There was black Smoke, ash char and charcoal Everything burned Everything gone Everything ‘Total destruction’ they told him ‘No survivors Sorry for your loss’ Leaving
you declared that you loved me more than life itself to any and all that would listen if only you had valued life a bit
bright red blood dripping nightmare flower; rose’s thorn petals raven black Painting by Donna Matthews with a Let’s Make Art Tutorial Donna Matthews started writing
“Come closer,” whispered the flower. He looked around, then said, “Hello? Is anyone there?” That, of course, should have been his first clue that something
How like a flower A nightmare can be It forms just a hint An innocent beginning Like a little bud And grows bigger, fatter Begins
she arrived one night from across the country in need of a new beginning a new home, a new school, a fresh start embraced easily