She wants to be a rose.
Not just any kind of rose, the kind of rose that people stop to admire.
A bright red rose that catches everyone’s attention and leaves their mouth agape.
A rose with big red petals and everything in the perfect place.
The petals have the perfect curves and size.
The rose, a perfect bloom.
Even though she knows she might get picked or torn.
Used.
She still wants to be a rose.
But she is not a rose.
She is a dead **** no one wants.
Something people throw away and don't think about twice.
She
Is
Nothing.