Desolate
I have embraced the magic inside myself and transformed.
I am not the traditional fairy of the woods or the mermaid in the sea. I am a desert seraph, bearer of life and death in these abandoned and forgotten lands.
Desolate and withered hearts may be renewed by my kiss but selfish, greedy souls will evaporate in my airs.
The blistering winds propel me across the vastness of sun burnt Earth and the dehydrated ground beneath my feet, crack and shatter like glass. The shallow crevices become the only clue as to where I have passed.
Those, whom the secrets of the world have not been lost, will find their path through my brittle labyrinth.
The rest will parish from thirst of my mirage.
Words by Bunni Morrill. Follow her 365 writing project here.



























