She breaks through the solid cold glass window, and hits the ground running.
Running, running, never stopping,
all the way to the dark, stormy ocean shore.
The cold salty air, the dark clouds, the howling wind; she stands alone.
Her ribs heave from exhaustion.
Her body, fatigued, wet, and quivering falls to its knees on the shore, a sharp shell slicing her knee, relieving the emotions tangled up inside.
But what does it matter when her mind already forms a twist of massive vines that seem to end without conclusion?
She steadily breathes.
The cool, fierce wind forcefully ruffles her hair,
Her cheeks, frozen a rosy pink,
She's out of her head
Her hands.
She ddoesn't know how to handle them.
They fitfully shake and she tries tucking them under her arms, but they've possessed a mind of their own, and she nervously rubs her stomach, and scrapes at her chest as if to rip her own heart out.
Her arms, her shoulders,
Cold and damp with sea water and rain on the outside surface,
But hot with shame, anger and worthlessness to the bone.
She peels away her clothes,
The wind whipping against her bare skin,
Goosebumps rise on her body.
She shivers violently.
But the inside, tortured, still burns.
She's bare expect for.
Her soft neck graced with a diamond necklace.
She turns it over in her fingers.
A hint of moonlight catches an edge.
It sparkles.
Shaking hands, she removes it
For 1000 ages she relaxes.
Her body does not shiver,
And she regains control over her hands.
She is able to undo the tiny gold clasp,
And remove the necklace.
Holding the diamonds towatowards sea, staring blankly.
Her presence is tense with the internal shock of numb feelings,
and tired memories.
No hunger, thirst, or yearning.
It's all gone for an instant,
But with her next breath,
Her broken heart bleeds.
Her mouth and eyes drip, at first slowly, but then ooze with all of the emotion she's harbored behind her mask and lethal sanctuary.
No more holding back, no more keeping a brave face.
Just real, just true.
She wanted nothing and everything at the same time.
His smile,
His promises,
His love.
So simple, yet so important,
And in a million ways,
unattainable.
Her face hits the sand, and the mixture of blood and wet paste fills her mouth, throat and lungs, as if the realization of no return, time forever progressing, has taken over her being.
Relaxed, delicate, white fingers lay gently on the sand, the gold chain carelessly entwined.
Exhausted beyond feeling.
Exhausted beyond living.
Porcelain body.
Colorless life,
Vivid death.
The waves slide on the shore, grazing the worthless prize.
The blood never smears, only runs in smooth rivers and streams to turn colorless in the dark water.
The sea rages on with fury
Because time won't stand
Still.
When time allows, the sea opens its hallow, full mouth and swallows that beautiful nothing that came to the shore with a last hope to live again,
painlessly.
But the ocean conquers all,
And brought her to rest.
She sinks weightlessly.
Little toes in God's great pool.
The necklace slides off the little fingers, shimmering from one slight glimmer of light that escaped beneath the surface.
It silently meets the bottom, and after many rising moons, the forgotten love will lie beneath layers of thick age.
But the unresolved emotion of love rejected, will peacefully drift below alone,
For eternity.
