Alone She Dies

by 2AStarOfEfinity   Nov 26, 2005


The woman stood in front of the table, her sad hands.

Her smile melted from her face like a candle, she was the coldest chill.

Dark, dripping drops fell tapping on the ground; she gracefully clasped to the floor.

A cruel silence----------

and then a small song, a little smile, and then nothing.

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