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Woman of the now

 She played with the wine glass in her hand, slowly bringing it closer and letting the rim touch her ruby red lips. She let the cool concoction wash down her throat, downing it as easily as it were water. She now stared back at the empty glass, her own reflection glinting back at her. Eyes golden glimmers, hair raven black, smile empty of emotion, just a faint smirk.

  She wondered what would her younger self think? What would her past self think of the woman sitting in her throne of a chair. The achievements she accomplished, the scars decorating her skin, the people she lost and let down, the bridges she burnt, the promises she made to herself now broken, the hopes dimmed, the dreams shattered, the demons who had become a part of her and the tears she had shed, the battles she had fought, the parts of herself which had died, the songs she had sung with her monsters, the dances she danced with danger, the close caresses of death, the times she let herself fall because of the weight of the pressure, the sweet lies of being sane that slipped past her lips. Would her past self even recognise the woman she'd become? Would she even feel the slightest of shock or despair of seeing this woman; soul dead, spirit dark, heart ice stone.
  But alas, this woman clicked her heels, licked her lips and carelessly tossed the glass over her shoulder, smiling in satisfaction as she heard the sound of it shattering to the floor. The tinkering sound seemed like music to her. Pushing her hair back and striding across the room she stood in the balcony, the dark and dead of night accompanying her. The wind tugged at her dress, the cold caressing her skin. As she looked outside at the open nothingness, she leaned against the door frame. She shook her head and smiled to herself. No, her younger self would never recognise this woman she'd become. In fact, she would fear this change, never believing this newly carved image. The woman laughed softly. How naive of her younger self to think differently. She laughed at who she was but alas didn't believe who she had become. Could she still change this? Or was she trapped in this form?...