So Close Yet So Far

The wilting woman hanged on the wilted tree, her body waved around by the harsh and wounding winds, her breathing crying out for release, her heart falling asleep,

Her body limp and docile, her arms dangled with her, the rope seemed to get tighter and tighter, the only thing that hugged her when she needed it most, her hair covered her awfully blue face, her skin felt like fallen snow, her tears turned into ice, not even her demons could thaw it,

Her feet dangled above the snow, if she wouldn’t fall due to taken breath it would be the bite of winter, witnessed by a sharp eye, they gasp and call out the Grim, the figure from afar turns into an widowed isolated woman, her dress follows with her as she runs like a reap, her body running beyond her ancient years, she cries as she falls beneath the hanging woman, a faint breath falls from her mouth, before she could even touch the wilting woman’s hand, her head drops and she becomes one with the unliving.