Beneath the evergreen forests
Even beyond the urban lights
A lady roams the streets
To find her objective
No time for small talk
Eye contact lasts a second
Lavender perfumes
Suit of blue silk
To the coast she walked to
Waiting by the shores
Her dull eyes reflect the ocean
Blue highlights and orange tints
The ego of humanity worn her
Calls of the sea keep her alive
Her senses tingle
As the water rapidly split
Into a catacomb of dry paths
The woman paced
Refusing to turn around
Pride and courage as company
Into the unknown
She walked into
The future uncertain
Old life worth leaving
Repetition and boredom
Awaited her away from the unknown
So toward the sea she went
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Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English7 days ago in Fiction
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