She exhales.

Dust infiltrates her vision. Blocking out who she once was to the world. Her partner unaware of what she contains inside. The pounding of her heart ceases pounding as he catches her when she fell. But her body breaks the invisible barrier once holding her upright. Her mask slips and unfolds an ancient abandoned tale; here lays a the thing you forgot you had.

A shadowing fog vignettes across the screen, Small shimmers of pink dust reflect upon the upwards curve of this little girls,lashes; Coated with salty cries. Tears. the glowing purity spreads like wildfire, out of her eyes and rolling down her pillowy, rosy cheeks.

The thorns dont burn like they used to. Crumbled brick hugs what once was a beautiful fairy garden. Ones garden can only return to bloom when one stays and sits for a while within her silence. Within the torment that entraps her glory and blindsides her soul morals. Shear blood she has torn away from those shes fell for too deep.

Veronica reaches for a glowing smile a kind gaze, and some sweet words that gracfully resonate within her nervous system. Like shaking a tree thats crisp in the end of fall. Making room for green flora to spread and coltivation oozing between the knowledge that lays within the aged layered bark.

One will transform, if one another stays for a while. She knows she destroys. But shes pure surrounded by false narratives that linger within the walls and files in her mind. She can heal the wounded quite fast. Yes she ignites like a wildfire. But the growth that evolves from the ash is almost quadruple the speed of wildfire jumping paddocks.

Please dont let the temperature scare you. Its not yours to hold its for me to handle. I just need you to know who i am and what scares me. So i dont loose you like i did. again.