Grasping

It wasn't her face that she had hid, it was all of her insecurities instead. The feelings of worthlessness made only worse by the other thoughts within her head. She had given and he had taken, from shattered memories she'd fled Down the hall and to the right, Into the garden, into the night Into the darkness, into the deep Down into her soul, into it's keep Cold and alone, beaten but not broken her silhouette clung to the coals around the fire Friggs tears surround her, as she stepped onto the pyre. Name of Contest: Be Inspired Sponsor: Regina McIntosh Date: 08/06/2020