Colors of Amber

A weary soul lay still in this barren plain of despair.

Silence.

Her dull cesious eyes stare into a blackened, cloudy eternity.

Lips, once a fiery cinder, now faded to that of deadened amber rose.
The delicate isabelline laced dress she wore kissed her skin with the gentlest embrace; long ribbon ends danced from the corseted top she intertwined within her long slender fingertips.

Peach-blushed cheeks against her milky complexion; pale.

Splintered shards of porcelain, metaphoric pieces of her past, lay scattered, sprinkled wet with tears and haematic fingerprints.

Emptiness has consumed her leathered heart. 

Its stitches loosed carelessly, bleeding her out timelessly.

She lies, peacefully.  Waiting.  Secretly.

~Amber~

 Written June 16, 2011