The initial shock had subsided and was replaced by a gloriously innocuous apathy. She brushed off betrayal as easily as she had thrown out all the pieces of her life she associated with him last month.
I mean, it's not as if it's never happened before.
She laughed. Not because she found her situation remotely amusing, but at the heartbreaking futility of everything she'd gathered together in the space of year and begun to call home.
She picked up the bits of hope she so safely harvested and sheltered and allowed them to collapse
(momentarily.)
(momentarily.)
Then she remembered your smile, and the angles of the shadows that the sun against your skin and limbs made in the evening,
and with cautious climbing shoots, tendrils, curling bunches of relief
she realised that she was so, so free.
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sometimes freedom comes at quite a cost.
ReplyDeleteIt does, but I strongly believe that everything happens for a reason, thank you for commenting x
DeleteYou have a beautiful way of writing and capturing things. It sounds just like my life, and everyone's life :) lovely post xx
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Thank you darling x
DeleteI hope that she is smiling right now and hold on to this wonderful freedom. Flap your wings and fly.
ReplyDeleteOh she is. And it is beautiful x
Deletethe clown in the ashes to ashes video scares the crap out of me. but your writing makes everything ok, because it is beautiful and good
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