Forlorn Figures Around Her

| Her lips shiny and thick with so much gloss.

The golden high walls stood tall unmoving. Sounds of violin danced through the walls as hushes of people in there stood glued to their place. An ethereal being was among them after all.

She stood loftily as her golden eyes shimmered, yet those eyes didn’t gaze at anyone, won't give those

peasants the satisfaction of course. Her beautiful brunette hair framed her lean and gorgeous face as

it flowed like silk, no one will have the audacity to touch it even when they want to so badly. Her lips

dripped in red, inviting.

No one knows where she came from nor who she is, all they know is that she’s standing amongst them

right this very moment, their lungs won't dare take in the air that she breaths. Don’t dare to move as if

their legs have melted on the ground and became one with it.

As gently and gracefully catching everyone’s attention her hands move, those lithe fingers of hers hold a small compact little thing in it, they open with a click. Something red and waxy is inside

of it, her index finger dives in and comes out with it stuck to the pad of her finger. She guides it to her

lips and smears it across. It’s a lip balm.

When she takes her fingers off her lips, it glistens like a bloody pearl. It’s like her existence is only to

not be forgotten. Like a marble statue with no marks or lines as it lives through centuries. Like a

memory or a story told from one being to another, a truly beautiful creation the universe made, the

stars, the light and dark, even the sun and moon adore her. She was born and created to be desired.

But then she moves, heads towards the doors, no one can tell her to stop, but they hope she does. But

oh she’s gone through it, everyone blinks and their mundane world pieces itself back together. They’re

in the grocery store, the air conditioner hums, the stroller’s creak and squeak. She really is gone and

had taken the universe with her. Forlornly people go back to their tasks with a void inside of them.

Dull and bleakly they think of her.