Chaos.

The Raw Earth.
The Muddy Earth.
Filled with the smell of rain.
The air was stagnant.
Her Skin glowed like golden brown Honey,the afternoon sun's fierce,envious eyes not leaving her a moment.
She twirled and swished like a Ballerina,
With all her grace.
It was a while since she had done this.A long,long fissure in time.
She mouthed the word again.
That one word.
That one word,that changed the world.
Her lips were mere pink slivers.
The word that just vanished into the air,evaporated.
Like it had never been spoken.
It left her feeling cold.
Cold,and lost.
She twirled and twirled,her pace getting quicker.
One last twirl,and  she fell to the ground with a gentle thump,
She lay there,entangled in the dirt of her misery.
For hours she lay still,her hair falling like a protective blanket on her pale shoulders.
Expressionless,she waited.
Waited,for a miracle.
But she mouthed his name,one last time.
Her voice.. broken.
"Papa."