-1Her tears drop like a broken chandelier, falling in shards upon her lap. Anger and hurt swirled into a dangerous cocktail, always hidden behind her pale irises. All she really is, an emotional invalid. And she can hide this too. I think only I can see the extremity of the pain that she carries. We all have to hold a bit of it. Temperance hauls one of the largest loads. Pain.
Pain plagues her body with illegitimate grief. What ifs swallow her happiness. Little does she know that I am her Morphine. The reliever of pain. I will not take it. Someday it will be free pain. It will find another victim. Pain is recycled, the same travesties occurring in multiple waves. Over and over again in time. Temperance is a lonely surfer in these tides.
So many have hurt her, broken her soul and scattered it across the sand. I worry that someday the pain will take her too far away, and my savior postcard will be returned to sender. She is my Bones, and I will make sure she doesn't become them. Pain.