A bouquet of flowers in too bright colours, pink lilies and fresh yellow tulips, tight spirals of yellow roses, the biggest pink lily in the centre, is being held open by two identical hands, clutched gently in identical fingers and pulling to expose the flower's centre. They are all too bright to be real, but they are, real flowers alive as anything can be when it's cut from the root and floating in water in a glass. Fresh cut flowers so real they smell alive and so vividly bright you'd think you could smell them if you looked long enough, so alive that the fingers tips peeling the lily open, holding its petals wide, revealing its grasping insides, are covered in a sticky dust of pollen, so alive it looks too alive.
fuck me, harder
