Oblivion

And on her head rests the crown of all ages, and on her shoulders the weight of the world. She closes her eyes, appears relaxed and breathes. There is no expression on her face to betray her thoughts or feelings, and with the grace of a dancer she

falls

to

the

ground.

She will not be remembered and her body will not be laid to rest. There will be no mourning for her poor, wretched life. She fades out of memory as the sun dips out of the sky and the darkness falls. As the last leaf drops to the ground and winter is complete, it is nothing but the

cold

hard

cycle of life.

She is the saint of the forgotten, the patron of the deposed. Another sleeping beauty to add to the collection. Come one and come all, gather round and hear the story of lost dreams and fleeting memories. Lucid recollections of a day once lived.

She wakes

And she wonders

Is this

all

that

there

is?

And she takes one more step into oblivion.

Reviews

[Inky]

I don't really know what was that, but I liked this "She".
It gave me the crazy idea that this "She" is Death's mother.
The fact that she breathes confuses me more than anything though :D.

Any explanation regarding my twisted review?
I'll rate it 100

[InhObv.]

That's a really good idea: so much so that I wish I'd thought of it myself! I deliberately tried to leave open who "she" is so that the reader can decide that for themselves. I'm glad it made you think and thanks for the review!

[Cody Austin]

Well written, I think you have great vision and should try writing something longer. This is almost like a teaser to something bigger.

[MohamedBencharef]

deep stuff you got there. keep going