thrice broken

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

one snap,

clean and sharp,

whistles across the night

where gun shots have been quieter,

 

a whimper,

just short of sobbing,

escapes quietly after.

 

 

 

 

 

a survey of eyes,

flashlights,

pouring over her,

deducing how many times she's broken,

 

as her leg lays folded, useless.

 

 

 

they make her meet their eyes,

and they search for something painful,

finding only wildness and disconnection,

stretched ties to sanity

 

hang severed against her sides,

coiling and uncurling,

reaching out for solace.

 

 

 

they listen closer,

to her whimpers,

and the garbled gasps

that pass themselves as words

 

this is his after,

 

she's empty,

hollowed out and

left for dead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Cocoacandy]

wow... good work... i agree with truth. good write, the delicacy used to distract from the darkness of it creates a well-done visual effect... keep up the good work!
*cocoabean*

[OT]

nice!! delicate words woven around darker visuals and chilling results!

"she's empty,
hollowed out and
left for dead."

[Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of..]

Oh wow man that is so cool
Dude check out some of mine our subjects are similar :)