Buried deep within the corridors of her heart echoes from a haunting refrain  weave their tangled worn threads playing on her memories like the delicate, frayed strings of a lonely violin.  

Lingering whispers intricately seek the depths to the labyrinth of her soul creating its delicate, woven tapestry of wild, tangled cinnamon roots and twisted leaves. 

Wounds of torn and shattered illusions roar their voices in her mind like a jungle of ethereal savagery that clipped her silken dreams leaving her with broken wings unable to fly.

He had betrayed her with his feigned love, leaving her void of soothing rhythms needed to bathe her wounded flesh.

There was a cold, barren emptiness inside her. Never before had she felt such a pillaged void in the depths of her soul.

Only fractured fragments were left of her tattered, broken heart. Tears fell like foggy, misty rain on the delicate, shattered glass of her mind, so blistered by love gone astray.

Every fiber of her senses were unraveled and unnerved, as if she were on fire leaving her skin and mind feeling like a peeled orange… revealing the depth and layers of her strangled emotions. She stood alone in the darkened shadows confused and bewildered, her body aching with despair.

Darkened skies filled the air with earthy smells of oncoming storms. In the cold, dark stillness of the night she heard the roaring of blood curdling drumbeats. Voices of loud, rumbling thunder shot their devouring bolts of lightning shaking the whole of all Creation. The wind furiously whipped the ocean in roars of thunderous waves.

She ran breathlessly, seeking a fortress of safety as the drumbeats followed her every move. Suddenly the whole Earth was filled with echoed songs of past, remembered moons.

He didn’t care her heart was broken and tattered, leaving her abandoned in the night. She stood alone; cold shivering and afraid, weeping and drowning in her tears. Her heart wrapped in tragedy inside a wall of bars.