Before the morning rays could confront her she ran away, barefoot, from dark allies, red lights; a life she'd led smiling now her nightmare. For how could she have understood her profanity? Lured by the glitter and the greenbacks in her callowness, her folly.
The coarse path now her penance.
She recalls what she was, is and isn't anymore. Stained with sins, she's wicked and scarred. Forever.
She'll never find herself, her innocence again.Mirrored by the puddles that patched her trail, she's defeated. Her reflection betrays her. Lies, deceit, sacrilege, smudged kohl lining her eyes, they smear her, not just her eyes.
Within she seeks redemption.
Within she seeks redemption.
8 comments:
who's the protagonist by da way ?
no one.. it's fiction
Do you like it?
Well well well who do we have here? =D
Gasp. That's me right there. Gasp. Who's this fine fine writer? Girl, that's one interesting name you've got there, what does it mean? :)
Hello! Noicee to meet you. :-*
As for the post: I love how much has been talked about, in such scarce words. Beautiful, louvee. :)
Thank you..:))
Rhiamon means "an enchantress"..
Nice to meet you too. I love the way you write. :D
Well, the young lioness is glad to meet the young enchantress, lets go see the Niagra Falls someday, what say? ;D
JazakAllah. :)
Yeah sure!:P
brilliant
i think d prev one was from me....i luv d last few lines....
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