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[hes]

Based on the first prompt of the ninth challenge from even_angels_:


The sun burned
under the sharp gaze
of her black eyes --
impatient and vibrant,
absolute in the hidden knowledge
that lurked within.

Endless pools of stillness
with nary a ripple
of disturbance even under
the most trying of circumstances.

Peering into the darkness
and hearing words,
guttural in need,
echoed back.

A sharp shadow against
the midday sun,
she existed in between
bright sunshine
and absolute darkness.

Caught in between pure light
and dark thoughts,
she became like a wraith,
made solid by the memories
of others,
eventually fading
as the truth
was laid on the altar
of history.

Floating in
on the western breeze
with the warmth
of the late afternoon sun,
each curve of light
became fingertips that
brought a new tremor
on her skin.