candles flame
A flicker of flame blows from a sweet scented candle while it burns out by being smothered with blood. She sleeps for a while surprisingly with a smile. Half alive half deceased. But she crys in her little mind with greif.. Trees in her world are dead and roses are black as coal. and the only bright thing she had was the candle. But as i said before it was smothered by her blood. half happy half sad , but she is glad that she is no longer spied upon.
