Cursive, bold, coercive, big, heavy and danty.
Embalming the continuous flow of words, that failed her.
Her mouth wondered what to utter next.
The energy around her was surreal.
In her short life she had never been amazed.
There was a fury in the air,
furious of all that defied it.
The soft murmur of his breath next to her
made her aware of her soul.
Like a calm water body before a storm,
her breath synced with his.
And she knew, her life was no longer hers.
The soft brown curls
and the pinching green eyes
became her nemesis,
yet her most prized possession.