Death Becomes becomes herMature

Death becomes her....

Alone in the darkness
An empty shell of her former self
She sits looking to a window
The storm raging outside
A single tear slips down
Her mind at ease
A lone wolf howls outside
She smiles
Standing she walks to the window
Her hand out stretched
The cold metal between her fingers
The rough wooden floor beneath her feet
A single motion and the storm enters the house
She is blown away
An empty shell of her former self
Sits alone in a dark room
Her heart in pieces
Her mind at ease
The wind blows through the room
Making her swing....

The End

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