This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UNT chapter.
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.