posted on Jun, 19 2022 @ 01:45 PM
Bits & pieces, knick-knacks and whatnots; these were the only things Tabatha desired. Keepsakes that tethered her to that sanctuary.
She visited after nightfall, draped in her favourite pale azure and cream laced nightgown. Undulating, gazelle-like, she advanced gracefully, never
touching the floor. Transiting past her parents’ bedroom, she entered her old safe haven. A full-length oval mirror, her vanity table and all the
trinkets she sought.
Her wispy, spectral umbra exposed in the looking glass; her translucent features imperceptible. Endeavouring to grasp her pink crystal perfume mister,
it remained immobile; everything impalpable. Melancholically, she hauntingly evanesced whence she came.
The END
edit on 19/6/2022 by Encia22 because: (no reason given)