Angel of The South: A Southern Belle's Tale

My cheeks are drenched with sorrow. Your cruelty has gone beyond that of my catalytic braking point. A perpetually broken no shattered heart. I think back on our memories and am lost to my agonizing grief. Drug down into despair bitter and blinded as my eyes are flooded. There is no light at the end and no peace to settle my torment. Instead I have to struggle i’n survival through the days that make weeks that make months that make years that become my lifetime. A haunting note to my soul that it shall never feel such emotions again. A fragility that betrays the masquerade of strength that I present. How well you have proved your power, my utter destruction as I lay demolished at your feet. When will I be free of this?

My life in the South, the home of my heart and soul. I am no angel of my own accord, and a belle by birth.


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