Is my curse loneliness?
Will I ever belong?
My dress drags on the floor as I wander to the far side of the green room. A room that is made of glass and filled with white, yellow, and peach roses.
A beauty to the sightless eyes, but to tainted ones like my own, that has measured beauty and lived through pain can see what this place represents - A memorial room for all those innocent lives lost in the games of power and war.
The beauty, uncanny, but trapped in a magical glass castle only to die in that same castle, a gruesome death.
I was once an unseeing eye until I noticed a flaw in the picture, red roses.
Deno hates red roses. I asked him why, he said, “I don't want this place tainted by death.”
I argued, telling him it represented love, he laughed and shook his head,
“To love is
