Today, her pear-shaped tear drops lightly shower the dry & dusty land
Like scattered footprints commonly left upon the sunny French Riviera's sand
Her trail of tears, which was said to stretch for unknown miles around
Could be heard asking the question, "How quickly can we be found?"
Several short, shallow gasps of air later, a horrid scream is unleashed
Only Pain & Death bear eyewitness to what truly lies beneath
Contorted like a broken doll, her dark dollhouse lies amidst the jagged rocks anchored to the soft ground
Muffled, salty sobs can be heard as her knees embrace her young bosom's mound
This pain, her pain, saturates this gloomy morning air as a thick,misty fog
What remedies remain then, she asks? Do I end it all now in disgust, or bitterly await a happy ending a la The Princess & The Frog?
Navigating through the volatile emotions that fuel her ever-raging sea,,
No land is in sight, or signs spotted, showing me how to become free,
She smiles & peacefully begins to envision her lungs taking in their last breaths,
Fully persuaded that her soul's oil lamp has nothing left,
She tries her hardest not to recall all she's been through,
But as seconds turn into minutes, and minutes to hours, it becomes that much harder to do,
She cries louder & harder as if a whistle were blown for a race,
Her heart, fearfully slows down its' beats, ready to give way,
She wondered out loud, " Is this truly the path that I must lead?"
Who in lives past, did I wrong for such pain to cleave?
Warmth quickly arrives, to modestly dress her bare, artic, shoulders,
Excited to have found the melter of her internal icebergs, she stands in awe by the puzzling absence of her beholder
In the faint distance she's able to hear a few staggered steps,
Yet, she chooses to remain still, since she can't harness the power to do anything else,
She asks herself, "Why would they willingly come to such a dreary place?
Don't they realize there is nothing they own, that I can replace?
Things get out louder with each progressive step,
Strength escaped like a prisoner who desires to one day, be free,
She whispers, "I'll just lay right here & let this place be my end,
Many moons ago, my heart first messaged for help, but never hit send,
Thinking on how her life had no meaning,
Wishing she had the nerve to end it herself & could stop thinking of all her post-death cleaning
Bitterly reminiscing on all she's lived through,
She suddenly looked around, only to realize that the footsteps had stopped too.
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