TranscendenceMore Like This
A little girl hummed once more beneath the ears of her guide...a mixture of emotion swayed through her spirit as she was led away and picking flowers...a glance to the back of her shoulder where once she'd heard faint whispers...and she found with her faded eyes, the rope that swung a lifeless and familiar body in the wind.
The wind carried back to her hands, and the small hairs that stood at the attention of her chills tugged away at her grip upon the flowers...the severed plants retook a disoriented place at the earths surface, and her eyes overflowed with reality. Youth meant not that she was blind to revelation...and the guide took heart to this, placing an age old hand down on her ethereal shoulder. Her weeping began, just before her feet made an attempt at running towards the gallows. Her screams flew past deaf ears, through the limbo of our realm. Only she and the guide could hear those pathetic little screams that echoed past those of the crowd surrounding the stage of the gall