Ghost Angel.

Her tiny, frail body moulded the grass beneath her
Her breath came in steady, melodic beats,
Once exhaled it danced with the dust.
She’s never smiled, never frowned,
Her face is devoid of emotion,
A blank canvas

Her pallid complexion glows against the lush emerald surroundings.
So solemn,
So silent,
So sad,
A constant mute,
Her perfectly shaped mouth has never uttered a word.

Isolated,
loneliness seeps from her in a dull aura.
Her shimmering silver hair spans round her in elongated, rippling waves.
Icy blue orbs searched their surroundings,
Glancing over the tickly grass blades,
Skimming over the swaying daisies,
Momentarily blinded by the intense sun,
She blinks,
Continues...

Over her billowing dress,
Over the smattering of wispy, candy clouds
Until they find their prey.

I caught her gaze.

For the first time in all her existence
Her jaw slackens and mouth parts gently to reveal pale, even teeth.
Her supple scarlet lips curve abnormally up.
Dimples appear in her slim cheeks.
Her prominent cheek bones seem rounded and softened,
Tinged a delicate rose.

Despite the evident effort,
She caressed pure, saturated glee in those moments.
At peace with herself she closes her eyelids
Hiding her blazing azure eyes.
Locked in her sanctuary.
I adored her, my darling angel.

Moments turned to minutes,
Still smiling eerily
A deep glistening, crimson drop
Oozed from her dry tear ducts.
It trickled slowly down her cheek
Dying upon her lip.
The smile evaporated.