Wild Cinnamon Roots

Echoes from a haunting refrain buried deep within the corridors of her heart weave their tangled, worn threads playing on her memories like the delicate frayed strings of a lonely violin Lingering whispers... intricately seek the depths to the labyrinth of her soul creating its delicately, woven tapestry of wild cinnamon roots and twisted leaves Her wounds of torn and shattered illusions roar their voices in her mind like a jungle of ethereal savagery that clipped her silken dreams leaving her flying with broken wings He had betrayed her with his feigned love which left her void of the soothing rhythms needed to bathe her wounded flesh She felt a cold emptiness inside her soul Never before... had her heart felt thiscold, empty void so deep in the depths of her heart Fractured fragments of terra cotta stones and random pieces of broken seashells were substances used as ragged patches for her tattered, broken heart The mortar dampened from tears fell like foggy, misty rain on the delicate, shattered glass of her heart blistered by love gone astray Amethyst, turquoise skies filled the air with the earthy smell of oncoming storms Every fiber unraveled and unnerved her senses as if she were on fire... leaving her skin like that of a peeled orange revealing the depth and layers of her strangled emotions In the dark stillness of the night she heard the roaring of blood curdling drumbeats The sound of loud, rumbling thunder was shooting its devouring bolts of lightning shaking the whole of all Creation She stood in the shadows aching and bewildered running breathlessly seeking a fortress of safety as the drumbeats followed her every move The whole Earth was suddenly filled with the echoed songs of past remembered moons He did not care if her heart was broken leaving her alone in the night cold, shivering and afraid All she had left was a broken heart cold as ice... drowning in her tears