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It had no reason to act this way. It had abandoned its children long ago, destroyed its own home. It had nothing. Even the air it breathed was not its to keep. Its life was completely decimated- of its own doing- so why was it still clinging?
I had explained this to it- or her, in this case- many times, but she still tossed and cursed and spat and shook against her unbreakable chains. Could she not just admit her misdeeds and end this ordeal? Both of us knew her transgressions, but still she would not acknowledge them.
At times she would grow weary and the lines of her face would deepen as if she were a martyr of earlier days; Atlas with the heavens on her shoulders.
But this woman was no deity, no saint, and the only weight she carried was that of her self-burdened soul. And the look of desperation as she appalingly tried to beg her way out of this.
There are not words to describe.
She dared even call me a monster! Me! These were her wrongdoings that weighed upon her, held the woman down while flames licked at her and seared away her earthly flesh. Hers! I did not seal this fate. But I digress.
The deed is done, as it has sighed its last pitiful breath, dreamt its last unworthy dream. I picked up the shattered, mangled, ugly shard that was its soul and left, for others were calling, and I would most definitely answer.
- by fattymagoo |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 10/20/2009 |
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Comments (1 Comments)
- God Dizzy - 10/29/2009
- The beginning was good, but then it dragged on. It wasn't my favorite. I give it 1 star, sorry.
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