Santa Maria
A more human environment
She fled home, memories of joy and comfort narrowed by covers of horror.
Of what was done to him.
He, who showed her there was more to the world.
He, who taught her to have love and faith for others and herself.
He, who failed his one promise, no longer at her side.
No longer could she picture a pool as blue.
No longer could she hear a crunch as the bite in a fruit.
And the better the less she could think of other senses.
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Was it her fault?
She was the one who presented him to them, after so much of their insistence.
So excited they were to finally meet him, who changed her so much.
The type of change reserved before only to them.
So excited.
Finally.
Running was all she could do.
Away from what used to feel like love and faith.
Now, only husks.
Maybe she could not picture a pool.
But she could still follow a river.
From within.
Nighttime.
Hidden at a margin downstream, she collects herself.
She knows they won’t follow her here.
Not easily.
Any time bought would help, for she needs to move.
But she needs to rest.
He used to live downstream.
That might be her best chance.
To find his family, friends, those willing to help.
If not her, then all that remains of him.
From within.
A place, that’s all she seeks.
Far from a hollow of monsters.
A more human environment.
