She opens her eyes feeling the dampness of her tears resting on her cheeks.
They cool her skin as they slide down passed her chin falling onto her chest.
Tickling her collarbone, they glide over the chilled bumps that form over her.

Her mind is full of thoughts racing back and fourth wanting to escape.
They crash around inside her like waves against the cliffs that can decide ones fate. Her body feels numb as she sits there with her palms open, her head resting against the wall behind her.

She inhales deep as if it’s the last one she will take.
Her eyes gazing the room she searches for her escape.
Something that will make her feel again.
Something that will get her out of the cage she’s been trapped in.

Filling herself with chills and shivers she makes up her mind.
Reaching above her with what little strength she can find she pulls down the blade holding it tight within her grasp.
She feels her hands warm up around the metal.
The heat of her body centering into her palm.

The rose pedals fall from the origin of where they came from.
Dropping slowly to the ground they stain the white underneath them.

Her mind releases,
Her body relaxes.

The rose is wilted, tired, and dead from losing it’s pedals.