*Warning there is suggestive wording and a sexual nature to this piece of writing.*
In ignorance is not bliss, but the illusion that you do know and all is right with the world.
The steady rain of the season had cooled the earth once again preparing it for the coming season. Despite the chill rising over her flesh, Miranda continued to walk towards the forest. Dew weighed down the edge of her skirt pulling it taught to her calves with each step. The tips of the leaves bowed under the force of the drizzle, rolling down to splash upon her cheeks, taking the coloring of life with them.
Today had started out like any other. A shared breakfast with her daughter, walking her to school, but as she stood in front of the academy gate the gnawing began. Not pain, nor pleasure, it sank deeper into her core. It was as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown onto the fires of the forge, rolling down brick and ash leaving nothing, but a slurry behind.
There was no path for Miranda as she continued in a trance into the woods. The rain came harder as if to keep her in place, but the journey wasn't over yet. The gnawing turned its efforts to her bones casting bumps to crawl over her skin. A misty haze claimed the spark in her eyes leaving her to face the ignorance alone.
Crack!
In ignorance is not bliss, but the illusion that you do know and all is right with the world.
The steady rain of the season had cooled the earth once again preparing it for the coming season. Despite the chill rising over her flesh, Miranda continued to walk towards the forest. Dew weighed down the edge of her skirt pulling it taught to her calves with each step. The tips of the leaves bowed under the force of the drizzle, rolling down to splash upon her cheeks, taking the coloring of life with them.
Today had started out like any other. A shared breakfast with her daughter, walking her to school, but as she stood in front of the academy gate the gnawing began. Not pain, nor pleasure, it sank deeper into her core. It was as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown onto the fires of the forge, rolling down brick and ash leaving nothing, but a slurry behind.
There was no path for Miranda as she continued in a trance into the woods. The rain came harder as if to keep her in place, but the journey wasn't over yet. The gnawing turned its efforts to her bones casting bumps to crawl over her skin. A misty haze claimed the spark in her eyes leaving her to face the ignorance alone.
Crack!