Petals of flesh pulled from bone
Cast aside in the darkness of frivolity
Left alone to wander through the wasteland known as life
But for some it seems more like a death
Slowly she watches the world from within
Eyes unmoving, breath unceasing
From within her sanctuary
She watches and waits
She waits for the time that is hers to bound forth and consume her
She waits for the moment without knowing
So she grabs each and every one that passes by
Hoping
Yet it never is
so she lets it slide through flesh that covers the bones
Another one cast aside
This was written based on a prompt for the 100 word challenge at Velvet Verbosity.
