faecreature21
She gathered the sticks lovingly... one by one... until she had the right amount. Then, she strew them about her lover, adjusting each one to fit properly. As the sun set, casting the world in a shadowy glow, she lit the pyre and said her last goodbye.
the rocks were a chore to remove. One by one he removed the smooth ones... then the calloused ones... all heavy and wearing him out. But before too long his broken nails reached soft dirt. And then he dug. He continued to pull up mound after mound of soft, rich soil until he felt what he was so adamantly searching for. That clean, new pine box, still smelling as fresh as it did when it was cut... and inside.. so close... awaited his sleeping beloved.
Cast upon the darkened sea, no stars to light the way. The moon was engulfed by angry storm clouds. Thunder ripped the night in half. Still, we smiled upon the tempest that greeted us with stubborn smiles and eagerly adventurous hearts.
Left to the world to assist in the impossible missions... the self defeated... the lonely.. these were the ones that needed her help. These were the ones that were begging for a moment of time to just... be.
Every night, just before bed, she would mournfully braid her long raven hair back into a thick knot behind her head. Every morning, just before dawn, she would quietly escape the suffocating house, shed her clothes, release her braid and then dance below the darkened sky, naked and free.
wade into the darkness.. sweet, cool pool of delicate emotions and immortal love. glistening dew drops of life eternal.