The insatiable act was worldly but alas, her eyes closed and she lost herself.
"A dream, a nightmare, that's all this is," she wept silently.
She pleaded inwardly and bled at the surface. Heady were the sensations her body had come to know and betray her for. Vehement were the acts between kindred souls.
The familiar tug battered the breath from her rigid lungs, beseeching their master for release, pleading to escape from the moment it had been captured in. And as she lifted her lids, she disconnected from within. Burning embers bore into her - a desire scorching.
She could feel it. A piece of her escaping. Another piece that would be lost to an unworthy opponent.
The suffocation came slowly - the zest for life she once knew - now weighed heavy on another.
As she lay surrounded by fragments of herself, the tormented shards of her soul, the depth of her life - were ripped from her, leaving her bare. Cold, shaking, she stared at herself through another's eyes. Her bruises evident. Fractures at the seams that were once home to her passion for creativity.
This beautiful carnage wept for herself. Her once-whole heart bled for a love she'd never know. She was powerless against Mother Nature's disappointment.
Darkness fell upon the Emerald City. The Yellow Brick Road had been eradicated. This home she once knew was dilapidated now.
Life was unexpected, unpredictable. She was floating in an ocean of aberrations, no horizon in view. She floated - arms stretched out - waiting patiently. The silence was deafening. Louder and louder the silence screamed until she could bare it no longer.
Then came the inevitable moment.
Sinking into the blackness of the ocean that enveloped her. An ocean of lies, deceit, betrayal - aberrations belonging to her and her alone. Responsible for her own fate - tainting the innocence of the sea with scarlet. She could taste death at her lips - it was bittersweet. Because albeit her life was at it's final moments, she was relieved. A tsunami of images washed over - a sensation so vehement it clouded her mind and a life of torment dissipated - swallowed by the depths of a vast, hungry being.
Suddenly her mind was as clear as a daisy-filled field on the first day of Spring. Her soul felt like that of wild horses roaming free, no cares, no worries. Galloping on to new horizons, new adventures.
The Emerald City awoke from it's slumber, the Yellow Brick Road mended and now paved with hope. A dream, undeserved, but pursued with gratitude and fervor.
A second chance had been gifted to the wounded soul.
