The Beast in the Beauty

Tears, fears, anger

An outburst of flames and fire in a hailing frosty storm

She’s drenched in the masses of water and blood, weighted down by her fury and guilt.

Why me? She thinks. Why him?

Her face is stained with shock, and her body tattooed with disbelief.

She can no longer picture the future, especially one without him.

She’s tempted by her own hands of fate to end it with a carefully placed blade of sorrow.

She mourns the hollow aching in her heart. She can’t replace that empty feeling, it simply doesn’t go away.

But the heaviness, it threatens to collapse her very being

Or what’s left of it.

The rain, hail, sleet

It’s hard to see through.

The darkened skies hide what use to be flooded with sunlight. What was once air is now suffocating and breathless.

It’s not just that she can’t breathe, it’s that she doesn’t want to.

She doesn’t want to continue living without her knight to tame the beast.