He makes her cry as she sleeps with dry eyes.
Internal dialogue Why? Why?
Cascading mountain too heavy too daunting.
Memories floating, cackling and haunting.
Awake dear princess you’re almost free.
Chained and shacked where you’re supposed to be.
Lost to kingdom come.
To Oblivianic love.
From lust to confusion which was never enough.
He was her perfect.
She was his dove.
He was infatuated.
She was in love.
© G.P Williamson 2017