Isolation

I stared at the broken chess piece forlornly. A bitter breeze, swift and sly, tresspassed through the shattered window and tickled the hairs on my arms.

 

A melancholy moon glimmered from way up above, smiling sadly down on me, standing in this desolate place, the broken remainder of my life.

 

The moon's suitors surrounded it, glittering senuously, flirtatious twinkles catching my eye. My dress rustled with each shift of the gentle night.

 

I was alone here, in the island of my thoughts, without a cure for the isolation.






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