What She's Become

[SamaraMorgan]

((This is just a little something I wrote. It's pretty deep, very visual, and taps into quite a few emotions - in myself. Hope you like it. Please comment.))

 

She stood there, barefoot in the sand. Listening to the interlude of the waves. The music which they made, gently caressing her ears. It was almost sickening how pleasant it was. Parting apon the sharp edged rocks which lay in scattered position on the beach.

 

A whirl of white sand spun, dancing, in the breeze; hitting her skin and it felt like a thousand small knives at once. No matter, capture the moment. Treasure it. For it was something she would never see again. At sunset, her freedom would be captured, just as the moment. But stolen. Alas, something so precious, to have it taken away? And why?

 

A single tear hits the sand, and to the touch, cold as ice. Just as her heart. The things she's said, the things she has done. The memories, the pain, and agony; will now wash away into the ocean.

The pure sunset has now been her curse. She is now damned, to forever, suffer the pain of her ignorance.

 

The great and terrible things these hands have done. These hands which were once pure, harmless, and good. This heart that was once warm, loving and kind. What has she become? A monster, a beast, a demon? Wench. Wench the call her. Once flawless, and now imperfection is all she is.

 

They sky is now flowing a crimson and orange tide, pouring into the setting sun. Mimicking a lemon, bright and sour. It made her eyes squint. "All I've become and all I'll ever be." She whispered to the heavens. "Lost."

 

-Fin-

[Regel]

I quite enjoyed your piece. The setting in stark contrast with the feelings and emotions your character is experiencing. Peaceful, soothing and at rest is the ocean. Your character is not at peace. Face to face with the harshest critic she will ever know, herself.

[Peredhil]

Wow. Welcome back with a bang! Good piece.

 

You've been missed. Huggles