Trails

She doesn’t leave breadcrumbs, no.

Her trails are littered in fragmented blossoms, her footsteps bleed petals of crimson and gold.

There’s an intricate scent that lingers in her wake. It’s something sweet. It’s something not.

They follow her everywhere, crawling along the petal-coated ground and grasping at crimson and gold. It’s pitiful. It’s pathetic. It’s wholly and utterly expected.

She hears them, she feels them. She knows they’re dedicating their entire lives to sweeping the floor in her shadow, gathering up her delicate debris like they’re rubies and diamonds and pearls.

It’s a shame that they’re not.

She feels nothing.

She never turns around. 

28 thoughts on “Trails”

      1. Oh, wait – did I put this on the wrong post (checks). No – it’s on the one with the cute bum (yours? he asked cheekily) not the one with the intoxicating glass. Sorry to make you blush (of you don’t like it) but happy to make you blush (if you do). 🙂

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      1. Three blushes? Uh-oh, that can’t be good!
        Totally loving that composition. The grace and elegance of the figure, the swoop of the petals and flowers. I’ve decided to call it exquisite.
        Here’s a funny thing – you know how when you use a smartphone it suggests the next word? Well, it suggested ‘exquisite’ at the same time that I thought of it. Uncanny. 🙂

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    1. Oh thank you! ❤️🌹 I suppose it is simply about the femme fatale, the cold and calculating woman that I think simmers inside of everyone who has ever been called gorgeous without being known. A dangerous empty, beautiful entity. The most lethal monsters.

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      1. Ah. I want to ask you which side of the divide you are on, but there is more than one divide and besides – I’d like to know you better before asking rash questions like that. 🙂
        My name is Robert and I Live in York – England. I’m in Scotland at the moment watching England play Russia in their first match of the Euros. Not sure why I’m not out in the fresh air making merry. How’s your day going so far? 🙂

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      1. You welcome. It’s good to be back. 🙂

        By the way, got a new poem for you to check out. Open up another window on your computer and use the google translator set it to English trust me. Some words you’ll understand and other words you won’t because they don’t exit on google or the Dictionary.

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