Falling Gracefully

See that girl?

She sits.

Completely alone and seemingly forgotten,

With glossy eyes and thoughts full of a thick fog, heavy and impenetrable

Don't you see her?

She's falling within herself.

Tumbling faster and faster, picking up speed

Losing control by the seconds into the cold depths of her mind,

She falls deeper.

Here, it is always winter.

The moon forever lingers in an icy, starless sky.

All around her is lifeless and void of color.

Death's suffocating grip is a constant presence felt,

While evil lurks everything.

The ground shivers, bare

As does her hollow soul.

Bitter tears freeze upon her face, that which is sunken and pale

Once soft, pink lips now crack open in an unforgiving wind

Surfacing,

Sliding down her face and dripping onto the ground, a warm crimson stains

Giving color to a black and white world.

What little life she has left remaining ever so gently seeps out from within,

Fading gracefully, like a dying angel with broken wings and forever unable to fly

Surrendering,

She lowers her battered spirit and bruised body down upon the freezing earth,

Curling up like a lost and neglected child.

Bones brittle, the cold begins to break her from the inside.

Demons sense her weakness and prey upon her fragility,

Emerging from the shadows in which they silently hid.

They begin unleashing their relentless attacks,

Ripping, tearing her to pieces

Consumed.

Destroyed.

Into nothing but dust and ash.

Out of this, her remains are lifted,

Blown and scattered for miles across the desolate fields of her own mind.

Piece by piece, ash by ash

Dispersed until she is no more.

Now all that remains, a barren wasteland

Where death comes to us all,

The path, our own.

Reviews

[Bumble]

What's amazing about this writing is I can see a picture or a small film when I read this. Amazing wording and structure.

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Thank you so much