Smash My Soul to Smitherines

Reads: 267  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 1

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust... Blue Eyes has left the building...

Submitted: February 06, 2014

A A A | A A A

Submitted: February 06, 2014



Blue Eyes has left the building. All that’s left is the empty space on which I once stood.

The last strands of daylight faded, clouds finally oozing into one sinister black pool; like black ink in their texture. Smothering, enclosing, swamping out any sunlight or ray of hope. Not one bright singular star shines in the night sky for her. No moonlight to map out a path of safety  for the weary girl to follow. Eyes that once shone with soulful joy and light, eyes like vivid ocean waves of blue are now slick with salt; red raw from a thousand emotions of burning hurt and destruction as they tumble from towers on high.


That fire and passion, the coursing heat and energy that once dwelled within her heart,  making her soar like a bird, totally invincible... Now replaced by cold, dark  fear. The stench of weakness and fatigue, smothers like a squalid rag pressed to her lips, stifling and squeezing each drop of life from her core.

The sun that once shone, illuminating her aura for all to see has finally set in  putrid skies,  its last rays fighting against it's inevitable consumption.

The spot where she once stood strong, a figure to behold, a body of empowerment is now a mere desolate platform, devoid of any life or meaning.


All that remains is the shadow of what once was, a rumour of her existence; a breath carried on the breeze, whispering of ancient myth and legend...

And as that wind whirls and scours over the barren plains, kicking up debris as it embarks upon a journey of destruction ,it finally comes to rest on her platform. It hesitates. All that remains are dark ashes and broken shells. Time picks back up from where it left off, for it waits for no man. The wind regains it’s turbulent energy, swooping and twisting as it funnels into a fearsome corkscrew. The ashes blow away and up far into the eye of the storm....

She has gone.

© Copyright 2019 LexiaThornton78. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments: