like a child, she ran to the edge of the world and stopped.
her silent tears flooded down the winding river, that began
at the top of the mountain.
breathing slowed, pulse drawn out,
beating heart exhausted.
collasping to the floor
sharp pieces of slate, smooth surfaces
beneath her bare, bloody feet
she pulled her knees to her chest
and wept.
long, knotted hair flowing
in the breeze that whispered
secrets, lies, stories, desires,
she didn't want to listen, but
she couldn't help herself.
emerald green eyes glistening
raw hands grasping eachother
guarded and mysterious is she
who fears that they can see
right through to her blistered soul.
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