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- Dim Aldebaran -

:i:

It would be an affair to remember.

—first the hair, cascading down in a chaos of curls—

The memory would distort with time; but weren't the best of them always?

—next the jewels, flashing belligerent and bright in the lustrous eve—

Certain moments would stand forth, certain—words.

—the dress, that which is not even skin deep, can't hide behind the silk anymore—

She wouldn't forget the things they'd never say.

—the shift, leaving her barren: wilted flower of a bruised spring—

Nor would she forgive herself for her silence.

—exposed, she slips from one world of intrigue to another.

:i:

af100 prompt of 'proportion' and 'writer's choice' of drabbles100. ArtemisMinerva.