Fallen

As she walks through this valley of regret she stumbles from the weight of the broken wing that is mightily clutched in her hand. The play of hair strands in her face start to decay as the wind begins to dim. Tears unhurriedly dampen her soft fair skin as they continue to slide through her face. From a far she looks like a small child that is weakened by loneliness, yet any inner eye would see the strength this woman beheld once.

She continues to walk with her head up high, looking towards the nothingness that is in front of her. She trips on the tail of her torn pearl white dress and falls to the ground. She starts to weep as the moist dirt glues on to her arid skin. She then decides to stay there, just wait until death comes upon her being. Giving up was never something she valued, but in this case nothing was there to tell her it was worth it. In this case she had been through too much. Today she knew all her life and happiness was a lie. Today, she realized how meaningless her existence had become. Thoughts of friends and family went through her head, but somehow the feeling that they’d be better without her always came to exist. After all, she was an expert on self destructing, pushing away and hurting the ones she loved most.

Even though her mind is set on this, a small voice in the back of her head convinces her to get up. Somehow something won’t allow her to surrender. As she takes her scarlet veil off and leaves her wing behind she continues to stumble down that new path. It’s strange how this path seems a bit familiar, yet she has never been here before. Her body was unbalanced as she walked tilting from side to side, while her soul was shattered.

As she started to remember what had gotten her to this place her face became pale. She had a prickly feeling in her arm as slowly one by one the hairs on it stood up. Why was she there? She was exiled into this place of death by her creator. She was sent here as a punishment for being defiant, after all she was convicted of treason. That was their excuse? Pitiful! Who knew having a mind of her own would be considered pushing the envelope in such a way?

I guess deep down she did know the consequences of her actions, and even if she knew them clearly she would have still done the same thing. She no longer wanted to stay in that place. It might be considered masochism but the other options involved hypocrisy, and hypocrisy was never in her nature.

She was a survivor, she had the endurance of many of her kind, but slowly things ate away her strength. As time went by, she became weaker and weaker. She just wanted to know why things were this way when she knew things were not meant to be like this. The world was not originally meant to be full of disgrace and anguish. She wanted to fight for her right to live and help others with her existence, yet she needed to understand why she couldn’t do this. She dared to defy and now she paid the cost.  

Her thoughts are broken up by the panting cry of her breath, or the little that was left of it. She had walked for miles until she no longer had feelings in her legs. She once again drops to the ground. She knows that if she cries everything will feel much better, but she can’t cry anymore. Her body holds out on that discharge of emotion that she needs. Why? Well, because she has freed too many tears already, her body is incapable of producing any more.

This time there is no little voice on the back of her head. This time her life was a mirage in front of her, and constantly it was being snatched away. She has been left here to die. There is no possible way she could ever survive, she knows that and they did too. They just couldn’t kill her because that would be inhumane. It would have not been fit with the perfect melancholic image they played. They were too concerned on what people might have said.

In truth she would have preferred to be executed, like that she wouldn’t have to feel this intensifying ache. Her muscles could not contract anymore, she just lay there. Nothing could keep her going on, it’s a miracle she survived this long. Slowly an artic chill grew piercingly on the back of her neck as her eyes begun to rest for the last time.

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