vilipend

 

 

 

 

 

 

beautiful,

the roses were,

i bent into them again,

burying myself and inhaling their musky scent,

soft and murmering of a future,

melted with the smells of new snow

and cocoa that seemed to surround this day.

 

it was perfect.

 

my nose was reddening,

and probably dripping.

 

i checked the time again,

and then the mirror,

messing my styled hair

as i verified her lateness.

 

she had promised.

 

 

i wandered off an hour later,

roses dropped to the ground,

the frozen petals breaking at impact.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

vilipend: to regard or treat as of little value or account.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

this describes the boy treating the roses after he finds out the girl wouldn't show up, or the girl treating the boy by not meeting him. i like the analogy of the 'frozen petals breaking at impact.' maybe this is how his heart felt. i can picture this scene in my mind.