LOVE HURTS
Your entwined branches inched toward my shoulder, slowly entangling itself around my tiny frame.
Your thorns, delicate yet extremely lethal, punctured my chest, leaving a permanent reminder of your strength.
I felt my legs knock together as you gently caress them and bind them together with your bristly vines.
You tighten your grip, I can't breathe, my chest tightens and i start to gasp for breath. I beg for you to stop but you twist yourself around my chest even more.
I can feel your thorns embedding themselves into my already tender and sore chest. I can see blood, my own blood coating your branches with a deep red liquid.
As i try to free my legs from your iron grip i let out a piercing scream as you once again constrict my breathing further. I look down at my once smooth long legs to see deep gashes tattooing my entire left leg and puncture wounds decorating my right.
I reach for my pocket, a searing pain shooting up my arm, and i clasp my grandpa's ring in my bleeding hands. i close my eyes, my grandpa's face comes into view, his hand is outstretched and he is beckoning me forward.
The white light surrounding his angel like face is getting brighter and i suddenly feel your vines tearing themselves away from my body and i can finally breathe again.
As i am left standing, with no vines to support, my legs give way and i crumple to the floor.
My heavy breathing was like sweet music to my ears and the searing pain in my legs had now subsided.
As I lay in the middle of the cemetery covered in blood, i look up at the tombstone standing before me. My grandpa stared back.