Sorrowing Scrutinization
Blotchy, irritated skin beyond her lower lash line and a salty taste enrobing her palette as her aimless gaze centered upon on the muddy clumps of soil smeared upon the lettering engraved in the granite stone dripped with sprinkles of precipitation. Her petite frame held close the intertwined inky blue and sunshine yellow petals of disparity and loneliness her life had become accustomed to. Rumbles from the sky accompanied the stale grey clouds veiling the rays of radiation from bouncing upon the delicate, pale skin exposed from the weighted, wool coat concealing the discolored plaid shirt she had equipped from her father’s wardrobe. The tattered, faded black converse with the stained, yellow tinged shoe laces splattered with muddy splotches as the vibrant emerald grass was incompetent at holding the remaining droplets of rain puttering down upon the Earth’s crust. Silent sobs rattled the youthful chest she possessed as snot began to congest the passageway for air to fully circulate throughout her bloodstream. The clenching of her knuckles about the prickly stems the flowers connected upon, created a white shade upon her hands due to their tight constriction. Her mind was a compilation of incoherence and sorrow in which blockaded the suppressing emotions of positivism and delight from surfacing upon the public eye.
From above, she witnessed firsthand the grief consuming the every fiber in which consumed her corroded lifestyle. A life of misery. She observed the jagged, chewed, chipped fingernails fidgeting due to nerves, and the chilling winds whirling about the rainy atmosphere. The brunette hair resting upon her shoulders split at the ends and puffed with the humid environment circling about her being. Timidly, she ogled upon the adolescent girl dropping upon her knees, staining the dark indigo denim jeans ripped along her slim thighs sludge as she weeped upon her grave. The echoing of her sobs only seemed to grow more deafening as she struggled between tears for air, and the flowers once held in the security of her arms now cascade into a puddle of liquefied soil, staining the once vibrant petals to a now discolored state of being. Her hand leisurely graces the surface of the chilled grey speckled headstone in which I called my own in my realm of afterlife. The life she now valued was one of isolation and misery upon the factors of life that inevitably eroded a personality of youth and innocence away, and for that, I wish I could only have one last touch with her. A touch of solace.
From above, she witnessed firsthand the grief consuming the every fiber in which consumed her corroded lifestyle. A life of misery. She observed the jagged, chewed, chipped fingernails fidgeting due to nerves, and the chilling winds whirling about the rainy atmosphere. The brunette hair resting upon her shoulders split at the ends and puffed with the humid environment circling about her being. Timidly, she ogled upon the adolescent girl dropping upon her knees, staining the dark indigo denim jeans ripped along her slim thighs sludge as she weeped upon her grave. The echoing of her sobs only seemed to grow more deafening as she struggled between tears for air, and the flowers once held in the security of her arms now cascade into a puddle of liquefied soil, staining the once vibrant petals to a now discolored state of being. Her hand leisurely graces the surface of the chilled grey speckled headstone in which I called my own in my realm of afterlife. The life she now valued was one of isolation and misery upon the factors of life that inevitably eroded a personality of youth and innocence away, and for that, I wish I could only have one last touch with her. A touch of solace.