The Island

Watching from the ship as it drifted away from the land was the strangest feeling

This decision tore at her and she had to do everything from throwing herself overboard and swimming back to the place she was comfortable.

The very place that warmed her, that caressed her

But she knew she couldn't

The reassurance that came from the pain that mellowed in her heart allowed a tear to escape from her eye

The land became smaller as she drifted further away

This was it

It was too late now

She would always remember what made this land so special

How it moved her and loved her, how it allowed her to experience some of her most primal fantasies and wants

But she would also know that it was just an island of dreams, for once the mist swallowed it whole there was no coming back

That was the thing

If you stayed there for too long you would give too much of yourself for a farce

Nothing was real there, it was a spell. A hypnotizing flirt with your dreams.

There was no way the island could sustain you as much as she beckoned it to.

It didn’t know how and she had lost her voice begging

The cold wind of change stung her cheeks as she allowed one final tear drop to escape

She would always have those memories, the pain couldn’t take that away…