White Walls

      Empty cans bounce

Clanking chains dragging

Clocks chiming to midnight

Glass shattering

Gun triggers ringing

Twigs snapping, breaking, tearing

Silence so loud

Ears bleeding from the beginning

Mouths concreted open

Eyes sewed shut

Teardrop permanently cried; dried

White walls built

Boxed in screams call

Fingernails scratched inside

Blood and spit spats

Hands smear the freshness

White Walls; a perfect canvas

Reviews

[Laura Kate]

Hi Bridget, my first time visiting your page and I am a fan of your sharp pace and clear imagery. You are able to build a picture very quickly, but one which is not static and is able to move and adapt, and be build upon sharing different emotions. I enjoyed this a lot.
Best wishes,
Laura

[Cherrie Palmer]

Powerful images of the minds canvas. Hopefully more of us will find this one.

[Neville]

A visit enjoyed and true, no actually, thoroughly enjoyed.... Neville