Write Her Story

Winter Mistress
by Michelle Garza

I pierced the veil, reached out for you. I cast aside my burial garments at the calling of my name. You, a lonesome wanderer, found shelter beside my sepulcher in a storm. Your dreams were filled with visions of my body as it once was with my pale skin and dark hair. My lips are still full and red, but not with wanton. I’ve decorated them with the blood of your nag. I come to you dressed in moonlight with a kiss bearing eternal slumber, relieving warmth that only eternity can bring. Weather the gales in my arms and every tempest thereafter wrapped in the flesh of an immortal, with a heart like stone.

Fiction © Copyright Michelle Garza
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Enrique Meseguer

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