She felt each breath bind her blood to her past, weaving a path within the cycle of regret in which she had drowned.
A captive within an hourglass, she was held in a frenzied momentum with the dervishes she had borne.
The slowly flooding room crept upon her gown, anchoring her to a dance she could not break.
As time filtered towards a stillness, the soul of her unborn child whispered in her dreams, speaking to her of a life she had not dared to believe.
With sand beneath her feet, soaked in the fire of her sins, she walked atop the river of disbelief.
Now rogue geared and no longer bound, she joined hands with the dance she would live to keep.
2 comments:
This is incredible.
I can't help, but ask;
Who are you?,-
Who are you?.
Thank you! :)
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