Delicate

by W. Winters

I never thought of life like the petals of a rose before. But they’re so alike. Delicate and easily crushed. Broken… just like he made me. He could pluck away and there was nothing I could do except be destroyed and accept my fate.

The thought of turning against him makes me sick.

My eyes focus on him, and all I want to do is to run to his side. I wish he could just take me away.