Erato

She was so powerful in her delicate, harsh corset and soft feet. She trod Goddess-like on the beat-up blackened wood that should be lined with clouds.

I watched her; but she didn't know. I was hidden, dirty. She was getting ready for another leech. Another parasite who wanted to suck her beauty away.

Her hair was loose like silk, like the dust that flitted in the rays of drowsy sun collapsing through the window. Lips like a small delicate wound.

Her skin was so pale and soft that air could hurt it. And her hair fell like sun onto her breasts, which were soft apple-blossom satin.

I'm didn’t mean to hurt you, Erato. I’m sorry. I couldn't give back to you all that you gave to me. I just needed some of your beauty, like the leeches did.

I’m sorry, Erato. I just wanted to give you the clouds.