She Was Beautiful- Work In Progress
She was beautiful. A cascading waterfall of intertwining braids, piercing steel blue eyes. They cut through my heart like a slash to the chest, glinting in the harsh sunlight. Her prideful smile, her daring laugh. She was beautiful, and she was lonely.
I saw her standing alone everywhere. As she gazed upon slumbering beasts in their cages, no one was by her side. As she sat in the booth, impatiently tapping her fingernails upon the table, she waited on wine for one.
I began noticing her, picking her out from the rest. She started to notice me too. Those eyes. They defined her, her defiance, her swagger. They shot a harpoon into mine, connecting us.
I was scared, though. Scared to ask her to come with me, scared to take her from her solitude. One day, though, she couldn't bring herself to even lift her head. Tears flowed down her face as rivers flow downhill. When she eventually acknowledged my presence, she silently pulled off her jacket to reveal her sleeve of bruises. She was beautiful, and she deserved better.
Copyright © Starlight Matis | Year Posted 2019
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