Withering
© 2003 Black Tangled Heart

She has seen him split the shadows with his presence
Darkness turning to dust in the light of his existence
Meant to be foreboding; menacing to others
To hold their throats, smother their cries
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To her, he is a person behind a mask
It is in the black corners that she finds her sweet prince
To carry her like Rapunzel from the tower to which she is chained
So that her tears run dry and new flowers bloom in her hands
And she is left with the taste of his mouth on hers
In midnight parting imbued with sorrow

Now she is disconnected
Blossoms wilting, browning, withering
Warm streaks across her face; shackles bruising her once again
Solace found in memories of inky nights

The screams echo in her dreams