Thorns

You put flowers on my head.
Roses to be precise.
“You’re my angel” he whispered quietly.
I looked in the mirror.
I blushed.

But, it’s not like that anymore.
As I now look in the mirror.
I can see myself bleeding.
There are no flowers.

All I can see is… thorns.

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