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Diamond in Regression
She brushes her hair off of her face, it's not there, but she brushes it anyway. Repeatedly. Along with the tears, a constant stream of despair that she will not (she argues cannot) control; she was not always this way. A formidable matriarch, a diamond fist — much more than iron, stronger than gold, an incandescent wonder no man could withold. She was not of this world, but something greater; now something higher (or lower, you could argue but fear to go in that direction) has taken grasp and will not let go. She is not part of this world.
By Linxi Van Romanovski8 years ago in Poets
