Hurt

Mist filled and red lightened—
Her heart couldn't have looked darker, but why?
Once upon a time, her heart shone like the bleeding rays of sunlight upon the sharp twigs and dried grass.
Her mind was a forest, filled with the many peaceful characteristics that made her. Twisted bodies, bulging organs, splashes of colour— they roamed her forest...
That darkness surrounded the happiness of the forest almost instantly, changing all that was colourful and bright into a dull and saddened painting— permanently?
Love was once treasured like the finest jewel, the rarest of antiques... It's been taken and plundered before her.

things changed.

© moon rayven