THE QUALMS OF HER

PART 1

Pt. 1 | 6:18 p.m // Jan 5, 2017

And, there she was...
sitting atop of the remnants of my shattered heart, piecing it together as meticulously as a newborns does ideas.
her touch was as angelic as it was heavenly but even more electrifying was her voice which could make any weak-minded man succumb to their most innermost desires in the blink of an eye.

She exuded the type of aura that could attract the spirits of our ancestors as the essence of her frame of mind was unparalleled to the likes of an ordinary being.
With that being said, she was a Goddess in her own right—especially when she blessed my eyesight with the likes of her presence.

When I think of fairy tales and ballads of adventurous melodramatic love stories she sat on top of my narrative.
she was as much of a piece of work as she was a piece of art, and I wouldn't wish for it to be any other way.