Completely new, completely random. Short and (sort of) sweet. I miss writing too much, but with little ones, I'm sure you all can understand on some level. I won't be gone forever!
Miss you all!
xoxo
-G
She was broken from the inside out, under constant repair and maintenance to get her through the days. Shallow blue eyes shined like azure against pale flesh and auburn hair. She was untouched like the morning dew, her skin ivory silk. Evil ones would devour her too quickly. They would burn her to the ground with just a lick, like ice burning through a fire. Sadly, they would never fully enjoy what she had to offer, but be left feeling completely content after her. She herself had no idea of her own worth. It left her powerless.
Her shy nature was not of her choosing, but fear has its way grabbing, constricting, and forever holding the weak. She was alone by choice; never looking, but always longing. A hopeless romantic? Typical.
Alas, someone would come blazing into her life offering no warnings and little remorse. Without knowledge, the demon would take her sans argument for she made the choice to follow him down the narrow, crowded hall. Her ears were filled with lost songs, wet lips on necks as she pushed passed sweaty bodies to meet her end. He didn't offer her the escape, but he was down in the hole with her. Far passed the line of coherent, at least they were together.
Little beige pills crushed; dust had never been more powerful. It would be too late before she realized her regret. To give away without a conscious mind was cheap. Though it was the most alive she had ever been with him inside, the morning sun came and blew everything away like a breeze that was never there; never felt. She let herself continue to burn into a block of ice, harder than any diamond. If she allowed it to consume her, maybe it would end her.
She needed saving, she needed to save.
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He was brash and conceited, but sensitive to a fault at his very core, forcing him to put up a front. Self preservation was the most important; therefore he was forever alone, never getting too close, never allowing one feeling to surface that could destroy him. Woman after woman he searched. As many women a month as cigarettes smoked in a day. He rarely saw a light at the end of his deep tunnel and often lost what he was searching for, but this life was all he knew now; clouds foreboding a killer summer storm. He only had a taste before she was gone, that drug induced haze caused his memory to fade more and more each day. He was dragged unwillingly to the gathering that changed his fate, though you would never hear him complain.
She had no name, but her soul was as visible as the full moon. Her heart wasn't on her sleeve because one would surely steal it. He had never seen something so frail be that strong.
Against skin that smelled of lavender, her hair as long as she was lean, he was a lost cause. No one would miss him while wrapped in her, and that's all he wanted. Surrounded by moans that surely opened the gates in heaven, it was as close as he would ever get.
He should write it down to remember; to never forget to find the one that could surely save him.