Aftermath

Another poem from Creative Writing. This poem had to sound like a whisper. Hope you enjoy. Jesus loves you <3

The storm is done.

Her head bows low.

Salty tears run down

And muffled sobs bolt

From a bloody jaw,

Out in short bursts.

Her terrifying thought?

It only gets worse.

Author's Note

Constructive criticism, please. I'm always looking for ways to improve my writing.

Reviews

[Whiterose]

Short and to the point. The lack of detail makes the poem seem more poignant and powerful. Well done. :)

[Shiika]

:) Thanks. For a while I had a hard time figuring out what to do with this one