An Impurity

"Just like you said"
Was all the reply
But she wasn't so sure this time...
It wasn't one of eight,
Or four, or three,
But mindfulness couldn't be so tricky
Or could it?
He gave her hand a squeeze
"Trust me. I know everything"
And with that she was whisked away.
He shattered her.
It was a many colored lie.
Her face colored pink
She was told that safety was here
In this living moment
Just like devotion said it would be.
And she believed.
Or for a second at least...
But that mindfulness lied.
His eights, fours and threes were not noble,
His heart impure,
His mind not rightful
And she was gone.
Lost in oblivion.
It was all she could do to stay in line.

-Lacee Kae