{"id":373,"date":"2024-03-04T16:54:29","date_gmt":"2024-03-04T16:54:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/?p=373"},"modified":"2024-03-04T17:36:15","modified_gmt":"2024-03-04T17:36:15","slug":"petals","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/?p=373","title":{"rendered":"Petals"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>&#8220;I could write a novel about your hands,&#8221; I said, feeling her tiny palms caressing my cheeks. She chuckled, possibly thinking it was a joke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Seldom do I find myself unable to explain specific feelings in words. People experience that with sudden emotions, shocks, or surprises. My brain doesn&#8217;t work like that. I find it hard to explain a feeling if I&#8217;ve accepted or surrendered enough to it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It doesn&#8217;t sit right with me not to label or put a name on something so moving. But this time, it&#8217;s different. I feel that when she utters the words, &#8220;Face massage?&#8221; with that tiny but voiced punctuation at the end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Her hands \u2013 well, I will write a novel about them even if it takes me a lifetime. I&#8217;ve compared her hands to raindrops before, then I saw the reel she posted with the flower. Oh, how jealous I was of that flower in that moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She left one flower on the branch while she softly plucked all the others and put them in her bag. I&#8217;m that flower. Waiting, so that she comes back and plucks me with her petal hands. Presses her tender fingers against my cheeks and lifts them up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I crave her hands on this cold night as nothing else can put me to sleep again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My rose. I&#8217;ll hold her heart snugly and let the thorns cut me deep and we&#8217;ll watch the petals fall on the ground as we laugh, looking at my bloodied hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>On the ground, petals.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;I could write a novel about your hands,&#8221; I said, feeling her tiny palms caressing my cheeks. She chuckled, possibly thinking it was a joke. Seldom do I find myself unable to explain specific feelings in words. People experience that with sudden emotions, shocks, or surprises. My brain doesn&#8217;t work like that. I find it [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-373","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-bunny"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/373","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=373"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/373\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":376,"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/373\/revisions\/376"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=373"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=373"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=373"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}