rest.withpeace

nebulous stains her ruffled skirt as scrawny branches tag along, puncturing holes in her cream stockings. with the drizzle her eyes smear, appearing more like holes filled with slimy worms. the soil scrapes her cheeks, as its root sew the lining between her rosy lips, revolving around her delicate neck. with a mechanical stance and shovel at hand, she walks, submerging her satin slippers in a mud that pulls. passing cemented memories held in squared boxes, floating below whirling winds, she walks. she walks. she walks until her knees become part of the cliff's edge. smiling at beauty, the sea, she grabs the shovel and continues to bury her aerie.