The Mystery Letter - a Collaberation - Part 1
I saw her walking in the park alone and lost in her thoughts
it's as if the world around her froze and blew away from grace
her hollowed cheeks sang the litany of sorrow more precise
than a knife at the cutting edge of death. Her crimson gown
was soiled with tears and I longed to mend the tear
that pierced her baby flesh. She had matted hair of dark
and was clearly in a bout of depression. It clung to her
like a London ferry fog on a morning tramway ride.
I stirred the wind for her as she stooped to read a letter.
Fingers loosed and the letter flew- released, like a paper kerchief.
Poof! it went, out between the trees, tucking itself beneath a rock.
There it lay immobile waiting for human hands to find.
"What's an angel to do?" so I did the only thing an angel could.
I swooped down retrieved the letter and answered it. Perhaps to
alleviate her misery, perhaps not. Either way I was going to remove
those grenades from her delusive mind.
Words by Mystic Rose
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016
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