She stands beside the hollow frame
a shoulder bare and pale
she shivers within and casts a gaze
scans the night, so stale
Her hand, it rests upon the wall
the stone is cold as ice
She breathes a breath of deep regret
her sighs, they echo twice
her jet black hair that frames her face
rides quietly on the wind
her eyes of tombstone grey, they shine
her sweet scent stirs me within
The moon lends light to supple skin
amplifies her glow
her voice, it carries through dark and dim
My Rachel is leaving, I know.
To follow her now would be my end
to smell her scent I yearn
A secret My dear Rachel keeps
the scent of our unborn
She glares my way and lets it fly
the arrow that sets me free
And as I take my final breath
My rachel speaks: "Leave me be."
My Rachel
I'll leave You be
A contest entry
- her name. by ZachP.
650 points, ended November 9, 17 entries
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Comments
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What a beautiful and breathtaking capture of the prompt. I love this!
Thank you for sharing, and I wish you all the best
~ Zach Estel.
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