Runaway, Fast.

A haunting tale.

A bandaged wing.

A crooked smile.

And a false sense of security.

The winds pick up.

The clouds dissipate.

Pity hides in the dark corners.

Freedom reigns in the crevices of trepidation.

The genesis was glorious and influential.

A golden sunlight beams down on her tan skin.

She takes in the gratitude that comes with life’s lessons.

She longs for privacy with no explanation.

The assassin shoots, yet misses.

A great escape that only comes only so often.

The fire inside will keep her warm.

She needs not one soul.