I wonder how she made both me and you?
Did her hands carve our souls in the same way?
They inscribed our names upon the knowing
Stars. They infused our hearts with a sparkle
An intricate device binding our paths.
The paths intervened with our lives, twisting
And swivelling, creating our impending
Love, our intertwining hands held so strong.
It was always foreseen, a powerful
Inscription, one she marked, with the ink bleed
Destines futures. Or maybe she stitched our
Hearts? Using the same crimson red soft thread.
However, we were made I testify
Our love was made to last until we die.
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Lauren Jane R
I’m a 20 something performance graduate with a passion for writing
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Under the Apple Tree
She stands underneath the apple tree just beyond the school yard. Her golden hair glistening in the sun and her long finger nails digging into her chest, as tears cascade down her arched cheekbones. Her tremulous weeping as faint as a mouse’s breath. She gazes at the school and the toxic memories flood her shrivelling mind. The tree was her safe place, with him. Its leaves descending gently, floating in the swirling wind. Its roots in a protruding tangle and its fruitful mass sprawled on the ground where they stood. As the scarlet apples fell, this haven was host to their poisonous kiss. Back then, she was unaware of his repellent blackened core. From the tree a venomous relationship grew, like a seed into evergreen life. Its branches grotesquely contorted like a deformed hand. Like the hand that picked her purity as if it was the last emerald leaf in a season of brown. He whispered secret melodies into her ear and brushed her hair, weaving it with his dagger-like fingers. Her youthful beauty intrigued him, like the scent of meat to a hound. He lusted after her, whilst he entranced her. She was within his tight grasp. Trapped in his illusion of love, his sweet words swirling around her naive mind like a carousel. The horses seemed to be in perpetual motion. His embrace became a dangerous addiction and when under the tree their hands intertwined as if they would never separate. However, when they were not hiding their passions at the apple tree, they were ignoring each others existence, as teacher and student.
By Lauren Jane R5 years ago in Humans
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