Prose 0.4: Is Maimed

Collage by Aylea Skye/ Original Images by Unknown Sources

Collage by Aylea Skye/ Original Images by Unknown Sources

There’s something futile in a tender touch

When the tempest sculpts waves of cunning mistrust.

A kiss

A caress

A blow

Not fatal

But like the strikes of others, 

Decorates her tender frame that moved

Above him

Like the see. 

This is where she can choose to cascade

And let hurt pervade 

Like those tempestuous waves. 

But this woman meanders gently

Through the valley of heedless want,

Into warm streams.

Her next lover. 

CultureAylea Skye