you curl nails into me,
carving a red, quivering gape;
for your own peace of mind
you stole mine
Unwelcomed
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RED GLADIOLA 
How fitting! And chilling. Brings to mind the scars we leave on people, and others on us – sometimes unknowingly while at others time consciously.
Love never is easy. Thanks for the read! ❤
Oh Gosh! This is Perfection–exactly how I’ve experienced it. Bravo!
Glad this resonated! ❤
Sure did!
Awesome!!!!
Hehe. Thanks! ❤