marla
March 28, 2010
It seemed that everything about her had changed, but her eyes- they told me a different story. Her agonized smile could no longer mask her cold gaze which pierced through me and into my soul hoping to find comfort in the warmth of my existence, but I knew better than to let it dwell. And so she stood there… much like an infant too weary to walk any further and hoping to be carried the rest of the way, but I knew better than to become encumbered with illusions of mortal pleasures. She slowly rose her hand and pressed it softly against my cheek, as if to reassure herself that I was really there. She was broken- A long-forgotten toy that had seen better days, but now only served to collect and hold dust and memories of a past severed from the present. I had finally done it. I had finally destroyed something beautiful.
