Davantae's Daisy

Past the walls of hate, in the halls of anguish, deep in the padded room of sorrow; one must find a way to let it all go. To ignore the cuts in her throat, the fact that she had been rape numerous times, to know that every ounce of her blood spilt onto the ground and soaked deep into the roots of the beautiful flower.
Not to say that he didn't try; Luis Davantae did what he could to push aside the dark image of his beloved wife Emma dead in the daisy bed that he had planted for her on their wedding day. It was her favorite flower and the bed which sat in the hill on their land just under the mighty oak where they had made love for the first time was indeed acquiescence to her soul.
The once white daisy now grew everyday of the year bright red. Just as red as her blood and as dangerous as her death. For whoever walked in the bed and took in the sweet overpowering sent which was admitted into the air as a foggy red mist was doomed to instant death. Davantae looked at the bed as he felt the life slowly leave his body, his throat dry and blood ran from the tear ducts of his eye as he fell to his knees in the pouring rain....
Taken from the short story Davantae's Daisy from my Illustrated Novel:
Tormented Souls

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Title: Emma dead in her daisy bed
medium: Gouache Water Color/ Prisma Color
Size: 8 1/2 X 11

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Title: Emma's Daisy Bed
medium: Gouache Water Color/ Prisma Color
Size: 8 1/2 X 11