16 August 2012
Her lips trembled. Her pupils were wide making her eyes appear as two vast gaping black holes searching for something long lost. There were dried tears on her pale cheeks, like rivers that had long since emptied. Her hair was long and matted. It hung down to her shoulders like two columns of golden sand. She sat on an old sofa, it's fabric was torn and the pattern faded. The room was dark and gloomy. The curtains swayed in the breeze letting flickering shafts of light illuminate the darkness. The door was locked, bolted and barricaded. No one had been in or out for months. The girl sat on the edge of the sofa. Her hands combing through her hair and scratching at her face. Agitated. She stared at the table in front of her. On the surface of it lay a thin line of orange powder.
Fragmented Soul Pt.1 • Opuss № I