J.W. Frogg (The Mitten)
The Dreams Of The Broken
The unfavorable odor of an under appreciated lover lingers, going unoticed by her self-proclaimed soulmate. The taste in her mouth is of cum and disdain.
There is a reservoir of innocence, in which an almost child-like river of hope still flows whithin her, allowing the dreams of her youth to continue to grow.
These dreams, living on the frail sunlight that peeks into her soul only while he sleeps or is out with friends, feed her appetite for affection and the shoulder to cry on which he promised her in the morning of what was then - love.
In the dawn of their existance together, when the birds tried to warn her and the breeze tried to tug her away, she was deaf and ignorant, so their warnings went unnoticed and appeared to sing his praise rather than announce the truth. In this - 'Love is blind' phase, she felt un-pentrable, as if the world could burn to ash and she would continue on, encompassed in his love. The lies he fed were gleefully accepted by her and her imagination.
Now that the light has illuminated the truth and beckons her to chase dreams of her younger self, she waits and wants; hoping someone will rise to her rescue. She knows the calendar ahead will not turn easily and the recent insecurities emerging from her recent transgression will breed into a family of loathing and fears. These fears will build walls around her, making her again un-penetrable; this time, to any suitors looking to court the shell that her former lover has left behind.
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