Thin Ice

Beaten and broken she crumbles to the floor, her guitar clasped in her arms the smooth black wood cool against her skin. She sits cradling it in her lap. Wisps of her hair fall across her face hiding her tear stained eyes.

She strums random chords, to shaken to really care. Her fingers are shaky and wet from her tears. They slip as she plays, distorting the chords to an eerie sound. She is not really here. She is a husk, just a body, empty of spirit. She is a shadow of who she used to be. Her soul is gone.

See, she fought with love and she lost. She fought on thick ice. But not thick enough for it cracked and she fell through. No one was there to save her. She reached for him, but her love left her to drown. To drown in the icy cold water that lay below the thick impenetrable ice.

Now her skin is milky white and her lips rose red. Her soul immersed in cold water and she drifts down the river of the defeated. She has given in. Every ounce of her will gone. He was the only one, her one and he left her. He had told her he would always be there, he would save her. He wouldn’t let her go. He told her to trust him. He said the ice was safe, it wouldn’t crack and she believed him, every word.

So now she sits an empty shell, her soul trapped beneath the solid bitter ice. She dreams of the moment he will come back and save her from her icy prison. But will he? No it is a false dream, he has moved on.

She weeps bitterly, her last hope shattered. Now another comes. He sees her there, trapped beneath the ice, her watery grave. He chisels the ice, releasing her from her prison. He pulls her from the depths of her despair. He is her knight, her savior.

Her soul returned to its rightful place. But the darkness still surrounded her, an unending shadow of sorrow. The tears she wept can come no more. The streams have run dry. She lies on the freezing ice, curled in a tight ball, her arms wrapped around her legs.

She watches as the world around her begins to dissolve into blackness once again. It pulls at her drawing her back in. But he is still there, her knight. He has not left her as she thought he would. He gently lifts her fragile broken body out of the shrouded darkness. Brushing the hair from her face he cradles her in his strong arms, her savior.