Where the roses once were

She was walking through a field full of roses. The roses grew bigger and bigger, their prickles becoming pointier and sharper, cutting into her skin and leaving a trail of blood behind her.

The flowers opened their mouths wider, revealing sharp teeth, trying to devour what remained of her. Darkness surrounded her as she collapsed to the ground, curling into a fetal position.

She covered her eyes, her voice couldn’t come out, she couldn’t scream nor move her body from the cold ground hugging her weaknesses, holding every sorrow left within.

After hours — or was it days? Who knew? Time was no longer measurable in the chaos unfolding around her. She felt warmth caressing her face, a gentle touch, she couldn’t tell if it was an angel or a human, perhaps an angel in human form, too light-headed to decipher what’s real and what’s not!

The roses were gone. Ashes of their prickles covered the ground and their petals spread around her. Sunflowers stood tall where the roses once were, taller than her, shining brightly in the middle of the field. They looked at her and smiled, the yellow color pulled her back in time, to when she was a kid, back to when she felt deeply, back to when she knew no pain, no sadness, back to when she was truly herself; a sun full of light.