Dancing With Storms
She left this ragged realm a couple of chapters back.
Every once in a while, she visits me via dream.
More often than not, the visions are troubling:
contorted limbs
tortured faces
deviant positions
melting foyers of mayhem...
caresses like cobalt
walkways dead-ending
into brambles of soul death.
Attempts to nestle into her dream heart
always coming up shy...
Much like what happened in real life.
I wonder if she was left outside those gates of happiness again...
Poor little orphan girl dancing with her storms.
Circling the drain even in the afterbirth of life.
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