It was the color of her hair
And her aura
And her eyes
She came without knowing
A deep fear within her
Afraid of what they might think when they realized
She lied
And was
Forever
Lying
She went with them, and fell for them
But inside
She remembered worlds they would never know
Worlds where she was a girl again
Unscarred
She walked with them
Sang to them
Made love to them
But she always remembered the one she had lost
A girl in a lonely world
Complex, each word precisely placed for a painful yet exquisite image. This cuts deep and my thought is that’s exactly what you meant for it to do.
Thank you for your kind words. I value your feedback and your choosing to read this.
I like the flow of this. Flash fiction and poetry.