The Man Outside With a Bouquet of Roses

Out the window, a man is peering in

You know who he is,

and he knows you too.

You need to run

Run!

RUN!

Hurry!

run?

You blink,

There is no one there?

Why

he was there just a second ago

It's awfully dark

The velvet blinds Blind You of sight, but

there is no Light

And there is only one window.

You turn around

There is a bed.

It's wet, It's damp, It's cold

There is an aroma, emanating throughout the room

It smells so god awful

Why?

Roses always smelled wonderful,

Why can't You breathe?

Why are You here?

How did We get here?

You Blink.

Are You alright?

You look out the window

Drip, Drip, Drip

There's now a field of roses

Sprouting out of the bed,

Behind You?

Out the window, You are peering in.

It smiles brightly,

An extra-wide grin perhaps,

showcasing its gleaming teeth

"What a lovely smell it is," It says, beaming with delight.

You agree, and

You've just realized something.

How lovely roses smell,

when their petals are picked apart.