dead flower petals
She swallowed hard and bit her lip... awaiting a sound from anywhere at all...
the darkness always used to calm her but now because of him it had become her prison
her fingers itched with anticipation for the sound of his velvety voice to arise from a hollow yell.... a strengthening growl
the sound of his voice somehow seemed to pluck away every white feather
of discreet fear and hidden secrets
unsheathing her of her own powerless motivations.
silently she breathed in the lingering scent of his old spice and gingery texture as she walked forward in the quiet woods
why did he leave me she thought
how could he disappear so quickly and quietly yet leaving this horrid picture in my once innocent mind
she could hear the waves of a distant beach crashing against the shore just like the pain of pumping blood through her torn heart
Although dawn would repent her of her sins... not all would ever relinquish
not when the creator vanished without a trace....
forcing her the move on without his hand to guide her
[the fading love of a distant memory]
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