*There was no way out of this
She manoeuvred her body between a stone and a hard place
Picked up her hurting bones
And sighed
Relief ...
Anticipation and fear running through her veins
How it came to this she couldn't even explain
shivering as a cold chill ran down her spine
Like the stumpy finger of jack frost etching out a delicate and
elaborate design
Not a night to be out hunting or waiting around
But needs must
The sweet smell of redemption hung tantalizingly on a moment
Time was for surrendering all
Never looking behind
Stepping on stones
There was no way back from now
She turns quickly
A need to hold her breath
has her in a suffocating embrace
A shadow creeping the walls
Beckoning
Lost souls will sell their souls on nights as cold as
snow cover mountains
She breathes in
Closes her eyes and surrenders to the moment
She will awaken only when it is time
No cracks of light lye here
Not even from the broken street lamp
A shiver and a fall from grace*
****
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
*There was no way out of this
She manoeuvred her body between a stone and a hard place
Picked up her hurting bones
And sighed
Relief ...
Anticipation and fear running through her veins
How it came to this she couldn't even explain
shivering as a cold chill ran down her spine
Like the stumpy finger of jack frost etching out a delicate and
elaborate design
Not a night to be out hunting or waiting around
But needs must
The sweet smell of redemption hung tantalizingly on a moment
Time was for surrendering all
Never looking behind
Stepping on stones
There was no way back from now
She turns quickly
A need to hold her breath
has her in a suffocating embrace
A shadow creeping the walls
Beckoning
Lost souls will sell their souls on nights as cold as
snow cover mountains
She breathes in
Closes her eyes and surrenders to the moment
She will awaken only when it is time
No cracks of light lye here
Not even from the broken street lamp
A shiver and a fall from grace*
****
Be it what you would create with your mind, be she a ****** waiting for another loveless punter or a stalking blood thirsty vamp in search of their fill, or maybe the cells inside her are screaming for a sweet surrender from another corner drug seller .... maybe she is you or I or maybe she is a part of us all
