Wretched

Once upon a time there was a flower. Perhaps it was an orchid, or maybe it was a rose, either way I couldn't be bothered.

Know what happened to that flower? Instead of feeding on water and sunlight, it found another source of happiness. A darker source. A mysterious, and dangerous one. It fed off it. The thick, dark, sickly black liquid seeped into its roots, making it stronger, hardening the stalk and the three leaves that grew on it. The veins on the leaves protruded in tiny streaks everywhere, like an uncontrollable infection. Heavy pulsating veins, filled with dark liquid, wrapped themselves all the way up the stalk, its black color spreading like a virus, overwhelming what was once lush and green. Angry large thorns grew on the hardened stalk, the sharp pointed ends tipped with poison. Indeed, the entire stalk was streaked in trails of leaking black liquid the seeped from the thorns and the veins. The roots drank in more and more. It was like a drug. It wouldn't stop. The roots themselves grew hard and black. Everything was black. Everything was seeping with dark liquid.

And what of the flower head? I saw the veins creeping up onto the petals. I saw it sink its poisoned claws into its neck, draining it of all color. Soon the veins begin eating at it. It choked the entire flower of its color. The petals turned black. The center transformed into a deep, sickly green, thick with slime, heavy with poison. There were spots all over the petals... swollen leprosy spots filled with bubbling green pus, leaking with black liquid. It was a sickly sight to behold. The boils started growing on the stalk too, on every available space not invaded by the thorns. Soon the stalk was not only leaking black liquid, but with green pus as well. The boils grew and grew into large swollen spheres, till at last they burst into open sores dripping with pus. I watched the stalk, the leaves and the petals riddled with these green sores. I watched as the petals gnarled into ugly twisted shapes, the stalk as it crooked into a sickly thick structure, thorny and shriveled, oozing with black and covered in disease. The leaves were a skeleton of its former self as they throbbed painfully with black and green liquid, devoid of all it once was.


I held no pity for this flower. 


I saw this ugly little thing. And I stamped on it. I stamped on it hard, with all my strength, grinding it to the ground and crushing it with my foot. And I didn't stop there. I lashed out at it with a knife, slicing open its stalk, shredding the petals, grinding its leaves to pieces. I stabbed the ground and forced out its roots, and cut through its raw vulnerable body, butchering it as I watched the veins throb faster and faster in an attempt to survive. I threw the knife down. Amongst the pool of black and green blood. I poured heavy petrol on it, on every bit of ground around it. I lit a match.


I watched as the monster was engulfed in flames.