Love Kills

All I see is the red stain on her brightly flowered dress
as she leans down to kiss my cheek and whisper secrets in my ear

She speaks so faintly, her breath coming in short bursts

The storm outside nearly overpowers her murmurs

She speaks of love, faith, and things long past

The stain blooms into a rose, a shade of dark red

The rose grows bigger and bigger

Until it encompasses her whole side

The color of deep, rich red

All the while, her murmurs grow fainter until all I hear is the breath coming out of her mouth

Then she crumbles, falling into herself

The rose meets the floor and it travels along the sleek surface, meeting up with a smaller version of itself

A rose that blossomed from the upturned blade in my hand

I can no longer hear her breath