The Rape of a Soul

There's a set of fingerprints on her face. Yes her ear does buzz, her cheek does sting and yes she did fall to the ground with the impact. Her cheek looked awful, the pretty cheekbone was now discoloured and disfigured.

"Do you have a fractured cheek bone?"I asked with genuine concern.
Thats all it took to trigger those words that dropped like sharp-hitting, jagged, black rocks on the pure delicacy of her soul.

"Reality here I come! Its high time I acknowledged your presence. I believe you exist. My cotton candy world has dissolved in the rain.. yes the rain is salty.

Now I see the world as it should be seen.. and hey... surprise! It isn't pink. It has other colours too. The briny water falling from the heavens stole my sight away I am blind now, but only partially... Yes, I do see forms and figures and they are quite clear.. Its just that grey seems a strange colour to be.

Is the world grey???

I hope not. I hope its just my eyes that have been affected and not yours. I hope you see colour ...pink, red, yellow, black and white.. clear unadulterated and pure.... not ambiguous grey."

She cried herself to sleep on my lap. I tried to stop the tears from coming but the child did not relent.

She transformed on my lap that night... salty tears, mixing with the putrid filth of the world. It cleansed all that was clean and pure and true, leaving... yes thats exactly it-Nothingness.
Thats a feeling too.