Lace and Crimson

She sat there
With the light growing around her
But every time the sky got brighter
Something would hold it back
Choke it down
Until there was only a thin ribbon
Of hope to guide her down
The wary road
She had traveled so long

Her mother had once told her
That all things are written down
Somewhere, in a book
Bound in lace and crimson
Somewhere, she'd look
For this book and it's stories

Because somehow she knew
Deep down in her core
That there was something in that book
Something that tore
And lashed at her light

She ran
She ran
Until her feet were covered in splinters
She ran
She ran
Until her bones ached with sorrow
She ran
She ran
Until she found what she was searching for

There, in a bushel of thorns
Laid the book of fallen scorns
The book that held her secrets
And all of her regrets

She snatched the book
Her hands weeping with blood
And she unlocked the binding
With the softest of words

It's pages were stained
Blackening gore
As if someone had been slain
Over the pages' front door

Memories
The darkest of the sort
Lashed at her mind
And tore at her heart
She knew now
What needed to be done
If ever she wanted
Her light to shine again

She ripped out the pages
One by one
Until all of her nails
Were bloody stubs

Then she took a step back
On that barren land there
And took a breath in
Then loosened her stare

Her light had not come back
But something else had changed
For in the pit of her stomach
Nothing twisted in rage

Her regrets were gone,
All thrown away
There was nothing left
For her to mourn this day

Her bones were light
Her heart alive
Her lips were parted
And she was awake