Nothing is ever certain (Part 1)

My beloved mate...Africa's brilliance comes to mind; amber and gold -- her warming radiance fractionally offsets the pessimistic effect of this cool, dewy place. She (thankfully) remains in the clearing; an untouchable, beautiful specter. "Aye," dribbling, whiskered brims liberate her pry for verification; warily though, unclear of what would come next. Their square line matures, clenching when Zahra swings aside. She attempts to cut the quick...lashing with an utterance that inflects more fiercely and with greater effect than any physical affliction thus far. Shock -- hurt, both can be seen flash into view upon these weary engravings. Rage could be soothed, bitterness might be reasoned...but total indifference? Callousness?  Brows narrow, imprinting deeply into my expression. Uncertainties become reality...Still, the front half of my body instinctually leans forward -- with one disobedient knee starting to elevate, intent to follow. Ears flatten, warring with that mixed desire to crawl after her, or glower in their cover. Adversity, hot and potent, it surges against torn motivation -- bleeding compassion. That irritable limb settles for dragging it's blunted edge against the oozing floor below us, between us. Shutters cast aside the hazy tint, clearing a disruptive sheen momentarily while her two toned frame starts to disappear into a plume of grinning fog. The rain, still icy and continuously present, begins to seep into my pores like venom...clouding this mind with sour emotions; suddenly chilling me to the bone. Those inky shadows whisper, mayhaps taunting, mayhaps laughing; reminding me that this wasn't the first time my effort had been thrown to the ground...forsook...betrayed. Molars clench, resenting the new and abrupt disruption of those grieving sensations. Uneasily, my gaze angles to the floor; allowing the drench to fall upon the mud splattered metal at my feet. That beloved heirloom... left in this unholy, saturated purgatory... A forgotten relic...

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