Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

once the pretzels on the bar were gone
she would leave
that is what she did best, any sign of conflict
she split
safety commanded such paranoia
too much violience, too much education, too much spiritual ceremonies had gone by
that she loved him was all part of an itricate mess
she kept the ocean between them and knew the back jungle well
he would never find her
not that he would look
but safe rather than sorry
she had all her brothers on alert
now her life could begin again
rid of the problem
he stole her life but she stole it back-

Keep it simple as was told. You have in that sense not wasted words, given expression to the tale, drawn the reader in and all in a small measure of well chosen words. Very good.

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Hmm... I like this