Little Lost Souls

Alone

A leathered spirit, cold and hard. There's nothing that can break the spell cast upon that which is gone. 

My heart aches for my friend. One friend, my only friend. A listener, a thinker, a wise little soul. 

He led me to the gardens without a word. I followed, small feet stumbling over loose earth and thick weeds. 

I learned all I know from him. 

Once a lonely, lost soul. Now again. With only these feathers to remind me of what once was. 

Tears of ebony fall, hot reminders, staining my freckled skin.

A gentle blow of the wind whispers to me, haunts me. 

Alone. Alone. Alone.

Alli Wynn 2014

The Return

She remembered these fields, the way the wind pushed the tall grass towards her pale, itchy legs. Always barefoot, always laughing.

She remembered her cat, and the way she would greet her with a playful nudge of the paw.

But black tar filled her lungs, pressing and folding into bitterness, an all consuming ache. Once hot joy spilled from her heart, a tangible substance so smooth and sweet on the tongue.

Returning to pungent smells overwhelming, nothing can change the memories burned into her mind.

Nothing will be as it was, nothing will continue.

The ache will remain, and the magic will forever be lost. It's best to forget, to bury the past so deep beneath the ground, nobody can get to it again before it rots.

Time to start again. Alone.

The Return, Alli Wynn 2014

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