May 16, 2016
@gatekept
‟ I’m sorry... I couldn’t do it. ”
A failure clouds her vision, her veins & her every thought. Fingers grip at armored knees & fold into her palms, a light pull of sweat forming hands’ pores. With rose strands dancing in her vision, she bears no words but apology, she speaks no tongue but honesty. Before her sits the carcass of a once living bird, wings torn & crimson; it is what is destined for death that must fulfill its fate.