And I held onto her as if she was to evaporate;
as if she were to disappear if I ever let go.
She was ripped from my arms by those demons.
They claimed to hold her heart, unaware it belonged to another.
They discovered her own soul embodied the very flames that swallowed her.
They felt the consequence of their evils,
as I felt her spirit leave this world.
For she is the reason I am here.
The reason I am alive.
She is the embodiment of everything natural; ever contradicting them.
She is love.
My love.
And she is life.
Even in death.
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Author:
Hannabal (
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Comments2
Awesomely written and expressed
Thank you very much. It means a lot.
Welcome
Stunning! Brilliant work here Ms. Hannabal...I look forward to more....Keep writing girl..lol
Thank you very much. I do plan on writing as long as my hands are willing.
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