Shin.

La muerte del rojo

When I was young you nurtured me. Had I thirst, you gave me cold clear water; if I hungered, you fed me the finest foods. I grew straight and strong under your gentle hands… I matured… I grew great, strong and bold, the brightest light and warmth provided in your care empowered me. Tall and straight was I, my defenses sharp and healthy. All I could want you provided me, then came that day, that shocking day that you stole my innocence. The hands that held me with such care, now sliced through me. I lie here wrapped in plastic, with my sisters around me. You slew us, took us while we blossomed before you. I hate you father, may the rust colored petals serve to remind you of the sin you have rained upon us for this day. This Valentine’s day massacre…