Thursday, December 07, 2006

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She runs, she laughs, she cries. The darkness almost devours her if she gets too close. The moonlight slightly touches her bare skin, and glides across her face to form a sparkle in the eyes.
The delicate smile she wears is enough to make you die. The beautiful satin dress wrapped around her tends to hold her very tight. She is lost. but not alone. The air sings a lovely insane song for only her to consume. The trees try to grasp at the crimson bow entangled in her flowing hair, wanting it to cradle her face. Her eyes, green like the toxic ground she walks upon.

I have no idea what this is.
It may have potential
who knows?

xoxo



1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You certainly have a gift with words Jade. Wonderful writing as always. So very deep...
Love Mama