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Scarlett

Scarlett thought she was promised permanent security. 
Satchels of resilience bound her fragile wrists. 
Woodland deities hailed her.
Underworld demons feared her.
The curious townsfolk simply stood in contemplation - 
Inviting epee's gleamed in their eyes 
as the garden shears, in their hands, smiled. 

Scarlett oft pretended she was Joan of Arc.
Threads of meshed titanium webbed her sheltered heart.
Sour Grimm moppets heralded her. 
Skeptical fairy godmothers chastised her.
The relentless wheel of innocence spun without interruption. 
Persnickety rogues sashayed in dumbed silence -
permitting their sordid counterparts unwelcomed invitations
into a void where reverend satchels are tragically punctured. 

Scarlett donned spiked eye patches in her latter years.
Protective velour swatches masking mass and the masses. 
Myths and urban legends empathized with her. 
Gods and martyrs appropriately buried her.
The dumbfounded spirits circle Scarlett's broken window with raised eyebrows. 
Quizzically staring at rotting barrels littered with skeins if shredded satchels -
yards if tainted fibers being hopelessly spun into yet another
dark, forgotten midnight. 

Copyright © John Heck | Year Posted 2014

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  1. Date: 11/12/2016 6:53:00 PM

    Such aching depth ... John. I'm in awe.
  1. Date: 6/18/2016 10:51:00 AM

    JOHN, nicely penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. Luv **SKAT**
  1. Date: 9/26/2015 7:25:00 AM

    Heartfelt, sorry for your loss...

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