The Morning

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She did not expect much.
There really wasn't so much left to do.
She did not have any strings attached........there was nothing left to hold on to....
She was only too happy to let go.
She was ready to let go....
She closed her eyes and relived those beautiful nights.....
The memories used to weigh her down....make the void in her chest gnaw open and the pain would knock the breath out of her.
The tears would scorch her eyes and her throat would strangle itself....
But this was the last time she would feel all the pain.....so she embraced it.

The wind whipped her dress around her frame as she stood on the edge of the cliff..
The sea raged below her like a beast about to devour its prey.
She spread her arms like an eagle and her hair flew behind her.....
She suddenly sprouted wings......they were the same shade as the moons that had been eclipsed.
Fearless as she felt her wings....her feet left the ground.
And she soared away....

The icy fangs of the violent waves rolled away her icier and bleeding body......while she flew away and high.....up up up she went like the smoke of a dying fire.

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