Tear-stained face
Limbs torn apart
Cold, dead eyes
And a shattered heart
Blinded by rage
Knuckles bright red
A scream escapes her throat
And her heart is dead
Wind hits her cheeks
Her lungs fill with air
Her eyes are now dry
She’s getting there
A smile plays at her lips
Her heart begins to swell
It has been glued back together
All is well
One reply on “Her Story”
Thank you for the happy ending! I was about to cry.