"Evangelina"

                       Nothing and everything lingered in deep windy silence, between dark green eyes. Crimson hair fell all around her shoulders, a firm brassiere neatly tucked away under her pale ivory blouse.
                      Her demeanor slick and prevalent, briskly flicked away with condescending gestures and antics. Black mascara and looming eyelids would have transcended time.(by having means).
                      Leather on dry leather, or pajama soft in the coming of freight train nights, or velvet curtains luring beside open seasonal windows, where soft breezes would trickle up and down her frail bare breasts.  Conjuring up dry drinks in a loose silken nightgown aside the suburban refrigerator.
                      I wish to god I never met you. I wish you never invited me upstairs into the hardships of adulthood. That evening transpired through brief vulnerable intervals, assembled onto an unjust timeline of abrupt teenage climaxes.
                     Her thighs were pale, thick, and milky, like the evanescent moon, or it's delicate influence on rising tides. A telephone call made at the finality of one drunken endeavor, in sleeping moments of residential neighborhoods, the soft weeping and melancholy of truth found in perseverance. Dreams descend slowly onto  slumbering pines, swaying quaintly on luminous horizons. Beneath broad shaded skies, deep brooding clouds disperse with Autumn winds. The sordid landscape exhales it's vast tranquil breath onto wide flattened Midwestern terrains of Northern America.
                         Evangelina what happened with the abandoned courtyard?
                         Evangelina, who ran off with your childhood?. I know who took your virginity.
                         Evangelina, I heard you chop hair off the sandy perimeter of farm boys along the Atlantic coast. Is it true?
                         Evangelina what happened to me, what happened to you?
                         Evangelina you are a monster.