Paralised
By <font color=crimson>Faith •
<font size=2>The artistry of the moment
is tangled
in the fading tatters
of her breath.
She inhales
the emptiness,
trying to fill up
her delicate confusion
with something real,
but a storm is brewing
and her hands
are slashed open
She was abandoned,
left to lick her wounds,
left to heal the place
where her heart
used to beat.
Now she stands alone
as the rain falls,
mingling with the blood
of old scars,
until all her pain has been
washed away.
And she can breathe deep
the free air
again.
No second thoughts.
No backwards glances.
©2005