- Date
- April 03, 2015
- Category
- Illustration
Shire: "Kneeling down in front of her grave. I held a thorny rose in my hand, it drew my blood as the thorns pierced through the skin of my clenched little fist. I drew her a big red rose with my blood, like the one I did on her thigh with the blade she gave me. She loved it. She said she was proud of her little girl."