It's raining today the hydrangeas are still turning red. They have been for a while. More of the flowers are red now. A maze of them are turning red. I go around and clean around them. I pick up every thing around them. From torn shirts to wedding bands. The fools who admire them are distracted by sweet smell and beauty. But little did they know they will end up like me. Forever stuck around these flowers that turn red. My family keeps this secret. I am forced to care for them. Like my mother. She is here too always looking at me through the flowers. My children will one day be like me. Unless I burn them now but they would come and destroy everything I love. Just like my great-grandfather. He tried to set us free but we will forever be wrapped in these flowers stained red I hope one day they turn white, purple or even blue. I'm tired of pink and red. More come to see me and the maze gets bigger as the flowers get redder. One day I will fall to them and stain the flowers red.......