"Each and every one of her thorns is digging deeply into her skin, forcing blood to be drawn, but she would rather be a rose filled with thorns than a girl. A rose is at least guaranteed to bloom in the Sunshine and produce aromas that force people to stop and smell her air, appreciating her elegance. A girl, on the other hand, is guaranteed nothing beyond the thoughts of her own entrapped mind. A mind that wants to kill..." Struggling to find any glimpse of joy in her new marriage to an alcoholic cop, Juniper turns to razors for comfort--slitting her wrists in attempts to numb her bleeding heart whilst maintaining her illusion of control. She would rather escape her marriage with Maison by death than face the fear of what he would do to her, should she leave him, so she flirts with suicide frequently. That is, until she meets Reese: her only hope in the otherwise nightmare of living. He encourages her up and coming art gallery in the heart of Downtown Las Vegas, prompting her to paint inspirations of love, despite it stemming from a rose-colored love affair. But before Juniper's fanciful dreams of her happy ending can become a reality, Maison is assigned a new case involving drugs Downtown, further exacerbating his drinking problem and her self-mutilating tendencies. She looks to Reese for answers, but can his love alone save her, from her?

The internationally acclaimed activist follows up her satirical work of graphic medicine with this collection of humorous comics essays about how historical and societal shifts have altered -- and perhaps destroyed -- romantic love.