The thorns don't hurt the way you'd think.They press. They hold. They know exactly where I'm soft.Around the wrist — right where the pulse is.Across the chest — right where it gets tight.I've broken through worse than this.But tonight... I'm not trying to break free.

The roses are the same deep red as something I'd rather not name.They bloom anyway. Right up against my skin.Like they've been waiting for this specific darkness.Like they grew just to frame me here.

You're watching, aren't you.Don't look away.I didn't come all the way down into this darkjust to be ignored.

虎杖悠仁：赤冠 🥀

荊棘的刺，不是你想的那種痛。它們是壓著的。握著的。清楚知道我哪裡最軟。手腕——就在脈搏跳動的地方。胸口——就在最容易收緊的地方。比這更糟的東西我都突破過。但今晚……我沒有要掙脫的意思。

這些玫瑰是那種深到我說不出名字的紅。它們還是開了。緊貼著我的皮膚。像是一直在等這片特定的黑暗。像是為了把我裱進這裡才長出來的。

你在看，對吧。別把視線移開。我不會特地沉進這片黑暗只是為了被無視。