The Fabric of our Souls

is a bit morbid, isn’t it?” I say as I caress one of the dry petals. “I think it’s because it makes me happy to see something that was once so beautiful in life be just as pretty, if not more so, in death. Forever beautiful.”

“You’re right. That is fucking morbid.” I turn to look at him and he catches my chin gently between his cold fingers. “But you wouldn’t be Wynn Coldfox if your mind wasn’t such a dark, lovely, wicked thing.”

“I think it’s because it makes me happy to see something that was once so beautiful in life be just as pretty, if not more so, in death. Forever beautiful.”

And that’s okay. It’s okay to be small and hidden away. Most gems are.