buried soul

It came slowly and unexpectedly, like the lines on her face,

Aged by the sun and it's subtle embrace.

It came quickly and passionately, like those hurricane winds,

Unmoving waters 'til the terror descends.

She'll move silently and carefully, not one breath escaping,

Secrets so deadly, they'd leave them all gaping.

She'll crawl desperately and frantically, heading back to her hole,

Searching in dim light for her dead, buried soul.