To kill a rose (A poem by Simone, written by me.)
Right down to the everlasting sun, which shines brightly in the partially dusk sky. The morning dew drenched everything in a blanket of clear droplets. The rose, sitting there in the elements, being warmed by the sun, but it is not alone for beside it sits another, basking in the sun. The rose next to it violently disappears, and left it wondering what its fate will be, and then its turn. Blades cutting through its beautiful stalk like a hot knife through butter destroying every chance of survival. But then, upon being desecrated, it joined up with the one next to it in a small crystal vase, to be put on display for all to see. Several days pass, still living until the fateful moment where the only thing going through its mind is that it had a wonderful friend, until the bitter end.