He stared through impenetrable glass at the figure which once mimicked a goddess.
Greasy roots and soiled fingernails ascertaining the fact that she'd given up hope.
Now her tussled tresses hung lifelessly, framing her imperfect expression.
All worth impressing had inevitably failed her with time.
Her eyes might as well have been buttons, hanging by defective threads
Carrying the same desperation as teddy bears,
After years of abuse, tattering, fraying, and being sewn back into place.
A cosmetic enhancement that fooled only those who wanted to believe.
Her blemished face could no longer cover the scars of emotional crucifixion,
Torn by the abandonment, the part of her soul which did not return with him,
Buried under gravel on a road leading nowhere but away.
She was forced to believed that this was feeling human.
Author notes
Just a character that came to me. More later.
I'm open for suggestions on a better title.
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dark
Yet calm I enjoy it. thanks -
What a sad yet all too visible tale. Fantastic imagery, particularly when you write about how her eyes now resemble buttons.
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Amazing.
I love the imagery, it's so dark and chilling and beautiful.
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