A lustful desire to give a better life
Her story is on another page
Such a beautiful wife
A drug, like wine, that got better with age
With a Nordic background, she was believed from Jötunheim
Born from the skies, she was dubbed the maiden of wind
Eons have passed. A lady as old as a rhyme
All myth and legend. All but left behind
Forgotten in a dumpster by the eagles above, remember, a continuation
Not everything is connected, but the needle is still the same one
Such a pretty tale, now saddened because a dilation
Straightforward. Killed by overdose and loved by none
Just as she was on the edge, a man found her in a state of ecstasy
He offered a new life, but she refused
Life at its end is not worth another shot of fantasy
Better one of dopamine, something she abused
The man left a letter beside her
A literal key attached to a new belonging
She just used it as a dildo that night for her to stir
Quite the gross picture. A song of moans that she was singing
Days became weeks. She was at her absolute limit
A wet dream came to be where she saw the same man
The man prompted a conversation. A little girl came of it
A man transformed himself into it. A reflection of herself and something that never began
The little girl talked and smiled
The woman stood in silence. Crying blood from beneath
It is okay --said the girl-- --I was never meant to be your child--
But, a few words were said after. The woman woke up and clenched her teeth
Sobbing, she calms herself while trying to dry up the tears from above and below
The deed was done. She was cleaning the remains
A depth so low, an addiction so grown, it was hard to forgo
But she stood up. A slow walk, with the key in hand, to a theater across the rains
YOU ARE READING
Memory Fragments
FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
