@AcornRegality ㅤ
ㅤ. . . She crumpled .
ㅤShe grasped , she struggled
ㅤto stop the cries from ringing
ㅤout .
ㅤFailing to stop those tears
ㅤfrom staining such royal
ㅤfur as they refused to let
ㅤone another go .
ㅤ
@AcornRegality ㅤ
ㅤCould this be forgiven ?
ㅤCould they work past
ㅤthis ?
ㅤYet here she stood , the
ㅤfamiliar scent of pine
ㅤfilling her senses amidst
ㅤthe warmth of another's
ㅤfigure .
ㅤAnd bit by bit . . .
ㅤ
@AcornRegality ㅤ
ㅤOh how the mind had
ㅤstarted to spiral . Was
ㅤshe really that easy to
ㅤreplace ?
ㅤWas the fire that burned
ㅤwithin her chest that
ㅤeasy to be forged ?
ㅤSurely Sally could see it ,
ㅤthat already struggling
ㅤmind fighting to stablize .
ㅤ
@AcornRegality ㅤ
ㅤEven now , the tears were
ㅤfighting not to fall . To not
ㅤacknowledge the pain that
ㅤburned within her own heart .
ㅤThere was a part of her that
ㅤthought this was fake , that
ㅤwhichever God existed was
ㅤdoing this to torment her .
ㅤ
@AcornRegality ㅤ
ㅤThe memories could
ㅤnever be washed away .
ㅤThe time lost could
ㅤnever be regained .
ㅤDespite her exhaustion ,
ㅤdespite the pain , this
ㅤSheep was STILL here .
ㅤTranscending death to
ㅤreturn to this beauty she
ㅤhad fallen for so long
ㅤago . ―>
ㅤ
@AcornRegality ㅤ
ㅤSo why was it that the
ㅤwoman who had gone
ㅤso far for her , who had
ㅤlet the world know about
ㅤtheir love , could barely
ㅤface her now ? !
ㅤAlready those baggy hues
ㅤwere starting to glisten
ㅤat this fact , forcing the sheep
ㅤto reach out and grasp at ―>
ㅤ
@AcornRegality ㅤ
ㅤ―> of this sheep's identity :
ㅤA construct crafted by the
ㅤchipmunk back during a
ㅤtime both would much
ㅤrather leave forgotten .
ㅤAn artificial replacement
ㅤof a limb long since lost .
ㅤ❝ How ?
ㅤHow could there be such
ㅤa time difference for us
ㅤboth ? ❞
ㅤ
@AcornRegality ㅤ
ㅤEverything about this
ㅤfelt surreal . Time may
ㅤnot have flowed for
ㅤthis Sheep the same ,
ㅤbut this truly was the
ㅤsame worried gaze
ㅤthat the sheep had
ㅤcome to witness time
ㅤand time again .
ㅤA beauty of lush auburn
ㅤfur that now grasped at
ㅤthe proof ―>
ㅤ