• She whispers her hates into the shadows.
    Secrets of demons, speak briefly.
    Hush of murder strum the chords of the angels.
    Her eyes flicker in the reflection of the moonlight.
    Ripples distort her flawless image.
    She listens for a soundless response.

    Her silent cries go unheard.
    Rage builds, bubbles, pops.
    The sky screams terror towards Earth.
    Like the flaws of the devil, the tail, the whip.
    The ashes flutter in the wind, like beating wings.
    Spin the whirls of dust around.

    Her dim lit eyes worn with agony.
    Tears water the dirt below curled fingers.
    Scratched scars line her face.
    Clumps of mud sit tirelessly in her hair.
    Pieces of flower cling to her shirt.
    Her heart, shattered, pieces.

    His voice, echoes through the timber.
    His cologne flourishes her sleeves.
    Paint smears the walls of a nearby house.
    Crackling dreams, burn within silver flames.
    Smoke shields the clean atmosphere.
    Broken glass explodes into the air.

    She chokes on his sins.
    His lies and promises.
    Smoke enters the lungs, like a flood.
    Pour sorrow onto fresh wounds.
    Leak red, drown blue.
    Her world gives away.

    She attempts to rise from red coals.
    Crackle of the dying fire withers.
    Echoes fade and the sent of spring fills.
    Sunlight peaks over the horizon.
    Light of a new day awakens.
    She stands.

    His memories pass into blindness.
    She does not seem to care.
    Realize of another kind settles in.
    New strengths bind the heart.
    A new beginning, the house begins to build.
    The dirt dries in the heat.

    Her reflection calms, revealing clean images.
    Fingers clasp together.
    Light blinds the darkness.
    While silver dies with new beginnings.
    Prickles of angels touch her flesh.
    Scents pine wisps’ around the clearing.

    Her freedom reclaims her rights.
    Her clothes begin to cleanse.
    Her sight begins to blur.
    Sounds, smells, sights, feelings.
    Change begins, within.
    The phoenix has re-risen.

    Her voice speaks loud, breaking silence.
    Ashes of the previous day float away.
    Honey skies lace the ground in a soft glow.
    She closes her eyes, inhales.
    Freedom.
    Something so longed for.
    Was earned, not given.