Cliche in Contrast

Drifting- seeking- lost, forever. Her breath held still, shallow paradox, tears fall hot staining white satin and lace. He departs, the distance measured in light years. Ersatz affection given a bloom, a title, donned like armor, she sees only target. Once bruised and battered, she, never idle, clutching blade, white frosting knuckles. Extant wrath floods, …