Every drop that fell on her blood stained face didn’t seem to wash away the pain that came with it .
The deep scaly scars imprinted on her sunlit skin didn’t show the monsters feeding off of her .
The rose thorns beneath her feet didn’t seem to visually deceive her more than those rock filled hearts did .
Crossing the stream didn’t seem to test her as much as those cruel inflictions on her patience did .
She resonated more with the seemingly incomprehensible wild creatures than those who resembled her in physicality .
The bed of leaves that she lay on ,seemed more comfortable that the pure cashmere silk she was constricted to .
The tall , looming pines sheltered her more than her guardians did , protecting her from the dangers of nature , which were more predictable than those she faced within the walls of her abode .
The faint sound of crickets tingled in her ears washing away the harsh voices of speculation and rumors .
Her mapless journey seemed to move more in the right direction than her life did .
Her enigmatic soul reduced to cinder , burning all that came near it .