I am going to attempt as many daily prompts https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/ as possible to come up with this post.
She wears her heart on her sleeve. What you see is what you get.
It all comes to an abrupt end.
She observes the change in society.
The tide has turned.
Did she look at ‘tumbler’ for a mentor?
What pierced her bubble?
Why won’t she flaunt her sleeves again?
What caused her rapid decline?
I miss her laughter. The one that starts five minutes after.
The rebel is lost. Forest of self doubt has taken over.
This forest harbors the skewed society views as well
Which now threatens her core self.
Her Laughter has come to an abrupt end.
As I started writing my inner mind went back to memories of Vicky.