She floated around her little city in the clouds all day, alone Here were so many things to be touched, to be observed, such a very long time to languish This was a paradise inside, this weightless world of whites, and deep resonant blues Where the sky was always a surprise
It was her salvation from the long empty days of fear Alone and broken amongst the ***** blankets of her makeshift bed He came home at the end of every the day, expecting to find her waiting for him Wreathed in ecstatic smiles because she could finally hold him in her arms after a long day of solitude
But even love cannot negate the slow disintegration of a soul left too long in isolation Or of a cowardly heart that can no longer create for fear that it is not creative enough He often knelt beside the pile of bedcovers in which she was entombed Her eyes, gazing far beyond him to a place he could never even see
Slowly, he coaxed her to come back to him, hands gentling her soft and empty head Even as he drew her back, his guts clenched with melancholy for she would not thank him for it She gazed at him as her doe eyes began to fill and spill over She gripped his hand with surprising strength as all her chaotic rage sprang out from behind her eyes Spouting out of her mouth as rivers of lava