| The Tassel |
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| The red and gold tassel hung in stealth from the mirror as she drove down the street, bumper flashing "No Fear". Today was the day and her heart beat so fast. After three years of waiting, he would ask her at last. Oh the sun, how he laughed when he saw her take flight, so he thought for today that he'd shine extra bright. When he'd shone all his light through the clouds that remained, a glare hit the window and her blue sky turned grey. Now the little silk tassel hangs torn on the glass that her body had flown through. She'd been driving too fast. See the sun smiling down, and his lesson now taught, he calls on the rain to purge the street of her spots. Yet the blood still screams of her anguish and pain as it clings to the tassel on her grave where it hangs. |
| By: Dawn |