phoenix

catefrances

she stands at the edge and the warmth envelopes her. her hand deep inside the fire and her bones turn to ashes. the smile on her face denies nothing and those watching her realise this is how it had to be. shes not afraid to go and this strengthens those who have come to bear witness to her passing. they gather around her and hold each other close. when they reach out to her, their hands burn against her skin. a flame ignites the hem of her dress and she twirls to help it gain momentum. she lays her arms out in front of herself ,her palms skyward. she closes her eyes and a smile lights her face. she takes one last deep breath and then... just like a star shooting across the dark night sky... she illuminates and then... is gone.

Jeanie

Great stuff cate! As usual.

Love the imagery and the sense of cleansing and rebirth.

Rock on

Like rising from the ashes of her old self......

catefrances

you did know, right? that she couldnt stay. that her time here was limited. no? you didnt know that? im sure she told you. aah i see... you didnt believe her. you thought, in your infinite wisdom that she was full of shit, as they say. and it never occurred to you, that it was you that was full of shit. she told you she was running out of time and still you chose to ignore her. how foolish you must feel right about now as you stand by her graveside with wilting flowers in your hand. tears soak your nice button down shirt. the blood you can hear course through your veins deafens every thought you have. and still you wonder... how could someone show such strength in this god forsaken wolrd. and how could that someone have loved you so. well now all you have are your thoughts of her... and your thoughts of yourself and you know, that those are the ones that will be hardest to live with.

chadwick

my friend, i kiss your hand
good job catester
you are a badass

catefrances

what the hell has she been doing? holding on to what? shes seen the highs. she's seen the lows. shes listened to his woes and he to hers. she was there when he needed it. she stood by and watched him leave... only to return again and again. she allowed this, but no more. shes finally realised why he did so and now his excuse is hers. she can't be just friends. her feelings are too deep and shes held them within for too long. there wont ever be anything more and so there has to be nothing.

catefrances

the rain softly falls, landing on her eyelashes like snowflakes on the leaves. she walks alone, clutching her coat to her body. the silence tbat surrounds her echoes inside her head, mixing with thoughts she tries hard to dispel. the further into the woods she walks the closer the trees come, their branches reaching out to her as if to take her in their embrace. she can hear the roar of the waterfall long before she sees it and she quickens her pace. she thinks of him, as she always does. she hadnt seen him for a while and his confession has her thinking about what can be done, if anything at all can be. she knows what she wants to tell him. and he probably knows what she is likely to say. he also knows that despite what she wants, what she has always wanted, she is unlikely to state her desire so definitively. and so they remain between a rock and a hard place.

catefrances

oh you stupid girl. what were you thinking? were you even thinking?
youve been good for so many months and now youve fallen. parallels lines, bright red over blue veins. too overwhelmed to stop. couldnt find a reason not to... so she did. a tiny voice inside her head, calling. she tried to ignore it but that hardly ever works. she'd been so good... all this time, she's stilled her mind. but... the frustration built and after so many months she let it free. the flow, the taste. the sharp pain when water hits. how to hide... can she? she needs this... she knows but no one understands. now she wonders how long til the next time... days, weeks, maybe next month... who knows... and thats the thing.. she doesnt know. she never does.