Empty Heart

Before she met him, she was innocent,
wrapped in the glory of her master.
She shined brighter than the sun on a warm August day.
She was content, ready to take on the world clueless to the price that would come through the vein of love.
He came gentle and sweet; everything about him seemed right.
She needed no harness, and she required no restraint; she opened herself freely, bearing her soul without fear.
She became one to a man who was half.
He melted her heart with fire.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing, she never saw him coming.
He took her pearls and cast them to the swine.
He left her bare, depleted without an anchor to pull her ashore.
Empty, he left her.

~Vmack~

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