Crushed, ruptured, drowning...
Nothing but pain,
Breathe in air,
Breathe out blood.
Bones twisted,
Sinew contorted unnaturally.
A brother's wrath rained down on him.
As his soul bleeds her memories,
He can taste the sand from across the sea.
She can hear their whispers across the sea.
War is coming...
But the war he faces,
In this moment,
With the sun burning above,
Is against his own pain,
And her belief in his unworthiness.
He must learn to bleed,
So she can be free to believe,
In the truth of them beyond the scent of sand.
VvvV
sand
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Her cries can't drown out the sound
Of His heart beating in Her soul.
Her fears can't scream loud enough
To muffle His pleas to love His Elska.
He hears Her lack of faith and weeping,
His soul is shattered by the effort wasting.
His weakness fostered by two mothers protective love
Means He will now suffered two brothers' lessons.
Fortune blesses the blind and the bold,
but fortitude is paid for with scars and blood.
She is one,
He is the other,
She bears more than some,
He leaks love and the other.
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Impressions from Across the Sea and Sand : BESSA & ELSKA by Rachelle Mills
RandomScribbles humbly offered by Mama Magie @PenumbraMINE Impressions from Across the Sea : BESSA and Borson BESSA will always be capitalized as She, Her, Hers. Borson will always be capitalized as He, Him, His. together -They, Their. other will be pres...
