CaressOfAmaranth

Sitting at her windowsill, watching as thick caramel Ran down her hands, mimicking the flowers petals Of the world outside withheld by thin simple glass. Running down the pane, rain fell in thick drops Heavy as can be, yet only leaving a faint whisper. With a sigh, the woman washed the liquid from her hand Sadly, she glanced at the red on her hand Flowing down as thick as rich caramel. The clock in the room releases a chilling whisper. The rain gathered in small pools on the petals As crimson gathered in her palm in large drops. The sight wasn’t new, as she wiped it all on the glass Deep crimson ran and played down the glass The rich