The storyteller spoke:
“This tale found the winds held in her hands,
while below salty seas and reflective crystal waters her truths lived.
They teased the surface like a school of flying fish or a porpoise up for air.”
“This tale found him fortunate. He seemed to elicit from her that look of intimate …

In the name of being as honest as possible
He’s made sure they know the former reputation…

Just darkness. Dim. Gloomy…

See yourself as the femme fatale
in this story you keep reliving.
A heroine, looking for a home.
Ultimately – alone.
It’s only a role.
Great seductive charm
leading others down a slippery slope.
To where ?
To compromise all they know ?
To support and love you,
until your through ?
Everyone plays their part.
Some of them offer …