Soft Light

The soft light from the moon engulfs her,
Her tears form, rolling down the shadow on her cheek.
She wipes them away with her snow white hands, elegant, fragile hands.
She tries to stand, but her knees buckle in weakness, in sorrow.
She falls back to the ground, wailing heart beats as loud as thunder memories escape her, forming into hallucinations before her bloodshot and puffy eyes.

She sees what she wants to forget, what she longs to bury.
Her soul torn and battered, a black hole inside her heart.
She whispers to the night,
She pleads to the stars,
She begs the ground to swallow her
To let her forget, let her to have never existed.
She kneels over in prayer, too weak to speak,
Too shameful to scream,
She rocks her body back and forth
Hoping that this motion will put her to sleep.
She agonizes her dread, her destiny, and her life.
Her hands cold, her lips blue, her heart empty.
All she had felt evaporates from within, leaving only thoughts of what could have been.