Her silent cries, lay, last words spoken….
Sightless lies, dressed up as truth.
Imprisoned by his prisoned youth
Yet she waits…..
Seething at the brim,
Running from her own skin,
Betrayed again and again……
Dark of night now greeted by the sun.
Nurtures revelations that what’s done is done.
She is Elevated with or……
By: Heather Stevens