dahlia / by Dahlia Dandashi

"but i have horrible skin," i said to him.

he was not phased. he was hungry.

"you're too old to be alone. let me care for you."

i knew what that meant. 

"i don't need anyone."

he paused.

"but i can save you,"

i almost jeered.

"i can touch you like no other man can."

they all say that. 

he wanted to clench my face in his jaws. i could taste his cologne.

"you are a precious flower. you deserve to be treated like a princess."

he was right.

i am a flower,

 and nothing than my petal is more nurturing.

i need me.