A Walk in the Rain

Dew rests upon the tranquil English Rose. Such a delicate little flower with beauty beyond compare. All the people pause for a moment before passing, admiring the flawless gem. But even as these people admire the rose they seem to forget that this beauty comes at great cost. The flower is full of treachery, just as a bomb ready to explode. For as soon as a man attempts to hold the remarkable rose he is plagued with a pain that surges from the very tips of his fingers to very innards of his soul. The thorns on the rose latch onto the mans flesh, causing him to scream in agony. The once pure and innocent rose had now turned into a device used for torture. The man throws the rose to the ground, leaving it to weep as the rain fell from heaven. It was alone now, no one else willing to risk the pain fro its beauty. It is alone now, forever alone, wilting in beauty as the time passes by.

The monster crept in from the darkness, gradually exposing itself to the light. Always amiss, I noticed no change. It gently grazed my arm causing me to turn and face it. Frightened I attempted to scream, but no words could be formed. It saw my desperate attempt and thrust its hand over my mouth. I was now forced to stair into the cloudy eyes that seemingly penetrated my soul.

I was it’s captive and i was unable to escape. No noise could be made to distract it from its goal and no move could be made to elude it of its grasp. I was a prisoner of time and unforeseen occurrence, and now I was the monsters prize. I felt like a toy from the carnival, won from some outrageous game. No more was I a human but instead a trophy, I was its ticket to a job well done. My day was over but its had just begun.

The monster is always lurking in the darkness, awaiting a new toy. Beware of the monster and its entrancing gaze. Stray fro the darkness and stay in the light. But always remember the monster is watching from afar, waiting for you to step into its reach, so it may attach itself to you, pulling you to its chamber.