She starred down at the cuts, wounds and
the blood that was dripping from her battered body, looking as if her mouth
would fly open to recite her last prayers and her head, to lie lifelessly on
the cold floor. She remained on the floor crawling with the tip of her dress
sticking out and leaving traces of blood behind. Her cloth was drained in her
blood and had become lucid because of the sweat that came so profusely, gluing her
strap to her dark chocolate skin. She sat there paying no attention to her environment but plastered her shaky hands to her face, to wipe away tears that had no end to it. Her eyes were cherry red and had become swollen from the tears that filled her weary eyes. She could barely move, still staggering but managed to lift herself with the support she got from dainty furniture's that were evenly spread along the corners of the room. She made her way to the washroom, pushing the door forcefully and starring at the room strangely as if her eyes caught an usual sight all buried within the four corners of the room.
She let go of her already stained linen dress, letting it fall quietly to the cold floor, before sticking out her tiny toes that had been trapped in the dress. She gave out a sigh that ushered in tears from her eyes, running its way through her cheeks, where its effects became a little more apparent with the white marks it left behind. She placed her hands on her mouth forcing herself to hold back tears before allowing her misty eyes to fall on her naked self as she scrutinized her body with open gaze.
Mar 29, 2014
Wilting flowers
She starred down at the cuts, wounds and the blood that was dripping from her battered body, looking as if her mouth would f...
