More from the wonderful Katie Kamara - She ghosts through empty halls, her heart heavy and her arms empty. Moving into her bedroom she makes her way to undress. She does not bring herself to look in the mirror, does not want to, for once he made her feel beautiful...but now that is gone. Her body is simply a host of functions now: processes, reactions...never to be touched, certainly not to be loved. Deep in thought she opens the doors to the terrace, her rose garden below. Though it is night she cannot see, but smells the blooms. Their perfume does not bring a smile to her face as they once did. The tears start as they always do...soft and light, as playful kisses down her cheek. They continue to silently fall and so does she, into her bed. A night of rest and dreams of him will not take her away from this place. Those visions will never come again. As she fought to stop the tears the pounding started in her head and the ache at her chest worsened. The hours passed, her laying in bed and it would continue. She was at a loss to do anything but submit to these overwhelming emotions. She pondered her predicament and thought maybe it was better to be alone. She was great at loving, but was truly undeserving of it in return. Sleep and exhaustion overtook her as the mounting tears. She slept without dreaming of him and all she had lost.
Posted on: Sat, 07 Sep 2013 10:40:22 +0000
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