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08-22-2015, 11:38 PM
A PORCELAIN SOUL SHATTERED LEAVING NAUGHT BUT PIECES TO SPLINTER OFF ONTO THE MUDDIED GROUND. KNEES BUCKLED AS THE HOLLOW HUSK OF THE BATTERED MARE CRASHED AGAINST THE EARTH. ROUND AND ROUND THE WORLD SPUN, THE DISMAL COLORS OF THE FLATS THREATENING TO OVERWHELM THE BROKEN SPIRIT. EYELIDS FLUTTERED CLOSED, CONCEALING LIGHT BLUE EYES FROM THE WORLD. THE RIFT SHOWED NO MERCY. MALICIOUS GIGGLES ECHOED THROUGH THE AREA, RELISHING IN THE BLOOD THE TEAL DAPPLED FEMALE SPILLED.
BITTER MUD CAKED HER SIDES AS GREY WATER GREEDILY NIPPED AT HER WITH ITS FROSTY BITES. SHE REMAINED STILL WITH THE RISE AND FALL OF HER CHEST THE ONLY SIGNAL THAT SHE WAS STILL ALIVE. EXHAUSTION WEIGHED DOWN HER LIMBS. HER LEGS WOULD CARRY HER NO FARTHER. HOW FAR HAD SHE RUN? HOW LONG? THROUGH HER CLOSED EYES SHE COULD SEE HIM, HEAR HIM SHOUT, "GET OUT OF HERE!" THE CARNAGE AROUND HER SWEPT HER IN A WAVE THAT STUNK OF DEATH. BY NO MEANS DID SHE LEAVE UNSCATHED, BUT SHE HAD BEEN ABLE TO OUTRUN DEATH IN HIS OWN DOMAIN.
"BUT WHAT GOOD DID THAT DO?" SHE SNEERED TO HERSELF. INSTINCTS HAD MADE HER A SURVIVOR OVER AND OVER YET HER WILL TO CARRY ON WAS ON AN INCREDIBLY THIN STRING NOW. ONCE AGAIN SHE FOUND HERSELF ALONE. THE RIFT MOCKED HER VERY EXISTENCE. IT WAS HER DESTINY, HER FATE, TO ALWAYS END UP ALONE. PERHAPS A CURSE BROUGHT ON BY THE MAD GOD WHO CREATED HER A JAIL IN THE FORM OF A SANCTUARY. SHE COULD HEAR HIS RAGE AS FRESH AS IT WAS THAT DAY. IF ONLY SHE HADN'T ASKED FOR HER FREEDOM, IF ONLY SHE STAYED IN HER SAFE LITTLE DOLLHOUSE. BUT INSTEAD SHE HAD TO BE SELFISH.
EYES HAD LONG SINCE DRIED UP, INCAPABLE OF STAINING HER CHEEKS ANYMORE WITH RIVERS OF TEARS. ALL SHE COULD DO WAS LAY IN MISERY. SUCCUMB TO THE DARKNESS AND BE FREE - THE IDEA SOUNDED SO WONDERFUL. THE SWEET TEMPTATIONS ENTICED THE MARE BUT AT THE SAME TIME SHE HEARD HIS WORDS OF COMPASSION. THE FIRST HORSE TO HAVE EVER SPOKEN SUCH KIND, GENUINE WORDS TO HER..
"But of what use is hope in these ill lands sick with despair?"
