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The weight of her hope is what crushed her last time
Tread carefully, says her head
I will, sighs her heart. She is already tired without having taken a step.
One more try.
Her world takes on a sepia tone, deep like the leaves. stale, dead in the bitter air of november.
The green, the life, left long ago.
Careful, careful, so so careful, she tiptoes into the lions den. His maw raw and bloody from where he has bitten before. Her heart thrums staccato through her scars.
She is careful. He is hungry. She will lose more than her pride if she continues to entertain him.
The weight of her hope propels her forward into his predatory embrace. She hopes and hopes and hopes.
She is gone.