Maiden of pure breeze, a lonely wind blowing through the skies
Uncommon to her kin
The maiden makes sounds of silent cries
A spin on a life of sin
The meeting of opposite currents
Overwhelmed, blinded, and seduced by
The maiden changes her social assurance
A night of pleasure to fly high
Blowing freely, the maiden attracts fellow winds
Insecure of herself
A wind to easy finds
Now, just a breeze of a former self
Similar airs blow at home
The maiden rests off of a turbulent current
Only to get caught in the tornado of an X chromosome
Blown away from home, the maiden seeks a belvoir hunt
Finding a similar current to her first
The maiden glides reluctantly to it
In it, a little bird was cursed
With fear and tears, the bird was blown in a fit
Scared and with no home, the maiden finds solace
Hiding in strange clouds
She finds her place
Sustained by crowds in which she shrouds
The clouds disperse to other winds
The maiden, in fear, begs for an acid rain
Soaked, she unwinds in the current minds
Finally, ease of pain in her vein
Too wet to be lifted by a new wind, the heavy maiden crashes down
Alone with moaning thoughts, she squeezes the last acid drops
Called the "dumpster" of downtown
She is now a maiden's corpse dirtier than a tavern's mops
The maiden's winds have turned black with smoke
Not a bird, but a vulture riding her putrid breeze
She decides to start anew. A girl defiled until she broke
A key to a new future between her knees
Through the blackest of clouds and the fiercest of lightning
She finds a nest for her vulture and wealth from sins
Only the succumb back and make the hardest of tightening
Beaten down by currents winds, she has the bloodiest of skins
The maiden of pure breeze, now a heavy cloud filled with acid rains
Drinks her last drops to drown the vulture from within
Euphoric feelings burst from her heart's vein
The maiden whispers to her kin
"I'm sorry... Lyn..."
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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.
