Her delicate hand is inflicted
With a malicious curse
One that draws lives empty
Of those closest to her heart
One dainty touch
One innocent and naive
Being
Longs for her feminine
Stroke
Unable to take pleasure
In life’s most joyous events
She removes herself from society
Locking all those emotions
Away from ones
She holds dear to her
One moment passed
One thought of regret
Her heart beats fast
She stares down at those
G-d forsaken ten boney
Vessels of death
She’s ready
The palpitations are too much to bare
She lifts her now shaking hand
Places it on her throbbing chest
She concentrates on the words
“He said not to touch the forbidden fruit”
Her body collapses
On to the old and rusty wooden floor
The one where the start of this tragedy
Commenced, began, struck
And now Ended.
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 