The Flowers That Wilt

As the tears cascade down her face, she yearns to embody beauty, succumbing to the allure of desire and temptation. Gradually, she is reduced to insignificance, like dirt beneath one's feet, as her delicate petals are mercilessly plucked away. Eventually, there remains nothing but a vacant husk, devoid of life, seeping with emptiness. written by AfterDeath_XXX