Dancing With Storms

She left this ragged realm a couple of chapters back but every once in awhile visits me via dream.. More often then 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 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.