love, huh?

what a funny thing. the fact that you can enjoy the presence of something or someone to such an amount is.. interesting.

unrequited.

what’s the opinion on that?

look at the sun. she’s so _beautiful! _she’s so _bright! _how could you live without her?

i’m sure the moon agrees. look at him, he shines because of her. he glows because of her. look, he rotates around her, even if it’s indirectly.

oh! oh! oh!

the pain! oh!

the sun doesn’t even know the moon exists!

the moon lives because of the sun, but if he were to be careless, she would kill him.

love, huh?

unrequited, whole, love.

the flower still blooms, though.

through the reflection of the sun’s carelessness, through the love of the moon, it flourishes. the petals are shiny and smooth and beautiful.

and this flower, this flower is true unconditional love.

because, the moons knows nothing will be returned.

but still!

he loves her

Rustles echo through the dense forest. And one by one, a sea of deep red flowers emerge, illuminated by the full moon.

The petals are round, with deep purple veins lacing through each. The stamen holding the rare nectar protrude, thin and tall.

Below each flower is a thick nest of fuzzy dark green leaves. Dark dots adorn each one - a warning from nature.

A gust of wind weaves through the forest, and the sea of flowers gently ripple.

And slowly, the sun begins to rise. And one by one, the flowers recede. Ready to rest, until the next full moon.

Moonlight dances Through the branches Leaping and twirling Across delicate flowers

All is silent In this hidden crevice of the earth The chirps and squeaks of midnight creatures Is barley audible

Tap tap tap The petals flutter in the air As fallen leaves Crackle to the ground

Small droplets of water Roll down the smooth petals Racing each other Across vibrant petals

The sweet smell of nectar And floral essence Hangs low in the air Slowly dancing under stars

A cool breeze filters by Pricking at skin Toying with leaves And twisting grasses

Burrowed down and hidden amougst the many budding wild flowers of the field, it lies in wait for the moment we anticipate. The dusk becomes twilight becomes starry night, the sun hidden on the other side of the horizon. While the other beings of nature crave the sun, leaves lifting, faces turning to catch its warm rays of light, this one finds sanctuary with its opposition. It will settle for the reflection of life, seeking its home beneath a heaven full of planets and stars. Look! Don’t miss it now! It quivers beneath the slanted slivers of moon shone upon it, unfurling gracefully in chase of the suns mirror. A prickly spine twists to stand up tall, its pronged leaves stretching out to make room for the budding flower. Inky black sepals encase petals as silver as the skylights above it, almost reluctant to let them go from inside their cage. Pealed back only by the eager push of the flower within, the petals burst forth, the long awaited promise of the full moon finally satisfied. As a werewolf cannot resist the call of the moon, so does this greedy plant reach for a night it cannot touch. Then, like how the ripples on a lake return to stillness, it settles, radiating a gentle glow just as the moon illuminates the world beneath it. All that is left it the cool breeze of the night drifting through the leaves and ruffling the petals as the rest of the world waits for dawn.

The plant is called Lunaflora Noctis, a rare and ethereal species that thrives in darkness and only blooms under the light of a full moon. Its slender, silver-veined leaves are a deep midnight blue, almost black, and during the day, they curl tightly, conserving energy for its nocturnal display. As dusk falls, the leaves unfurl, revealing delicate buds that seem to glow faintly in the twilight.

When the full moon rises, the buds respond to its light, slowly opening into large, star-shaped flowers. The petals are a soft, luminescent white with an iridescent sheen that mirrors the moonlight, making them appear as if they are made of pure moonbeam. The flowers release a subtle, sweet fragrance that attracts nocturnal pollinators like moths and bats.

Lunaflora Noctis is not only visually captivating but also mystical, with legends suggesting that its blooms hold the power to grant wishes or visions to those who encounter them under the full moon. The plant is a symbol of the moon's mysterious influence, representing the beauty that can be found in the darkest hours of the night.

She wondered aimlessly through the night, crying out loud. Why did nobody care she stumbled as if she was drunk laid in with the heaviness of what had just happened at 11 her parents had a horrific fight your mother Joanne had been drunk again. She always took it out on one of the children this time it was her brother Towered over his mother Stephen, but he would never fight back. She stood in the corner watching Joanne fist slammed every inch of Steve‘s body punch to the neck punch to the ribs shoulders Joanne even got down on her knees and started to beat the tops of his feet For an hour, she stood in the corner, watching Stephen emotionless when Joanne dropped to the floor Stephen pushed his wooden chair back against the tile. He didn’t realize his mother’s head rested right behind the chair. It was wedged in between the counter. Cabinetry is tiny kitchen only had, a couple feet of open space Stephen thought he was pushing against the cabinetry, but it was the weight of his drunken mother. He pushed harder and harder, pushing on the chair he didn’t realize the leg of the chair, pushing her neck into the cabinet all she was drunk, passed out and motionless, and then there was a weird crack after hours of silence. Steve looks down and sees a weird form of his mother. He begins to pick her up to take her to bed, but as he upright her, he can see that her neck dangles to the side, he tries to upright the head, but it just falls again like a bowling ball Whopping touching its shoulder that I said Stephen slowly turned his head in my direction his eyes piercing almost black, hello from a life of abuse gracefully with compassion still picks up the limp body of his mother, carries her to his sofa, grabs his truck keys spins on his barefoot heel and tells me I’m leaving for good. He slowly walks out the door. My body begins to tremble and shake and quiver. I don’t know what I’ll do. I’m only 11. There’s nowhere to guide me. No one to save me. I don’t know if my mother’s dead. I think she’s dead. She felt emotionally dead all my life and now physically Realization, I don’t want to be left alone after crying and crying. He peels away the screech of the tire. I know I will see the tracks in the morning. He heads out of town sprint before I reach the edge. I know that I have nothing left to get cries inside of me grow longer stronger deeper harder, I feel congested that crescent moon that hangs high in the sky tonight I looked up at the sky I wonder is it shining just for me is my mother making it glow that much more powerful tonight it seems to be like beaming from the sky, and as I looked down, I see one distinctive Lily just one growing mysteriously out of the groundI tumble over there and I look is alive. Is it dead? It appears to reach at the same time.

Sunlight beams fall weak over the hills Sky of blue falls orange as the sky enters sleep Darkness filled with distant sparkles The sun slumbers and the moon breathes

Lucifugous flower of the night Petals of purple and blue Reach for second chance light Shows its beauty with the full moon

Pistil of black Stem of white Shine while the world sleeps Bee’s late night snack

The sun wakes for another day Birds chirp to announce they’re awake Dandelions reach for the sky Lucifugous flowers smile fades

Its beauty is unknown to the world A gift for the nocturnal It slumbers during everyones day Until moonlights returnal

The darkness surrounding, Clouding out what we don’t need Shadows cast across the land Moon shining above us all, A glimmer of comfort I always thrive at midnight

I can dance across the world The shadows a cloak around my shoulders Moonlight sparkling in my eyes Nobody has to see I can do whatever I want I always thrive at midnight

The night plant Sun it can’t Only blooms When a full moon

The witch flower High tower Like in tarot Bone marrow

Well it's that time of year. Time to mow the lawn. I look outside and it’s a cloudless sky with the sun shining brightly. I go to a my white shed and grab the lawnmower. I start the engine and start mowing. Up down, up down over and over until I get to the grass next to my window and see a what looks like a whithered flower.

I should give it some water. I say in my head. I start for the watering can. After filling it with water I go back to the plant and water it. I nicked my finger while watering and blood drips down with the water. It didn’t stop bleeding until I stopped watering.

The rest of the day flys by and eventually it’s time for bed. I look up and see a full moon. Shining brightly like the sun against the cloudless sky. I look down and see a dark read crimson flower kind of like blood.

That wasn’t there before. I say in my mind. Not long it starts pulsing like it had a beating heart. Red vein-like lines appear on the flower. Pulse. It’s gone Pulse. It’s back. I watch fascinated, entranced even. After what seemed like hours I finally went to sleep.

I tried to recreate what happened over and over but nothing happened until it was a full moon. I called it Blood Flower.