Exiled
The passing-by clouds stroke with silky fingers the silvery moon. I wanted to touch it too; to reach it and cuddle on it letting the shooting stars tickle on my hanging feet. But Heaven isn't my dwelling anymore. Earth has become my dominions and my refuge the sulfuric wet pits in the under world. My skin was porcelain white, but Hell's heat scorched it. My true love is somewhere above, flickering like a star. While I am light-less, dressed in a red disheveled gown and drowning to my own misery. Pride overpowered me and I ended exiled.
***This is my entry for challenge #6 hosted by the WattVampires summer challenges. 100 words on the dot inspired in the image #1 on the prompt. I hope you like it guys!
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