she'd left the vale wolves behind. she didn't belong with them; perhaps it was her curse. faded fragments of religion and worship lurked in the back of her mind, tarnished and golden; a flicker of a copse shot through with a hundred floating stars, balls of light. she was a wanderer; and what homes she sought crumbled and faded. she had no reason the rest of her life would not be the same; and she was left empty, resolute.
she'd wanted to see the ocean, the waves crash against the cliffs. the firebrand stood still upon the cliff edge, wary of the drop, something in her made quiet by the ocean's relentless fury against the unmoving rock.
and then there was movement and pain, and the woman crumpled. no sound erupted from her lips, no death call or prayer of scream. rust and red painted the rocks, and then she was unbounded, untethered, headed
down
down
down
and the sea swallowed the fire-touched, finally and completely.
she'd wanted to see the ocean, the waves crash against the cliffs. the firebrand stood still upon the cliff edge, wary of the drop, something in her made quiet by the ocean's relentless fury against the unmoving rock.
and then there was movement and pain, and the woman crumpled. no sound erupted from her lips, no death call or prayer of scream. rust and red painted the rocks, and then she was unbounded, untethered, headed
down
down
down
and the sea swallowed the fire-touched, finally and completely.
did you hear the sun go down?
silent as a child I found
hiding in the midnight of my soul
I am ready now to let her go
silent as a child I found
hiding in the midnight of my soul
I am ready now to let her go
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she made a garland of the broken weeds - by Anatha - July 26, 2018, 11:01 PM
RE: she made a garland of the broken weeds - by Vaati - July 27, 2018, 09:18 AM