she weeps
the spiders swing from the chandelier
she weeps
long and slow
each breath dragged from
a dark place inside
in order to push out her lagoon of tears
she is petrified
she weeps as
her fingers trace the dusty
wet wooden floor
the particles clumping together on her fingertips
a gray cloud forms an ombre pattern
on the bottom of her white dress
she weeps because of the fitted white lace on her chest
it was his favorite part
he said “it was sexy but sweet,”
and she weeps louder
as she remembers the way
he used to talk to her
her voice was parched
the closed cry humming in the dark
she weeps
she can’t stop
her heart chips off with
every tear that drops
her eyes burning
as she turned the ring around her finger
About the Creator
kira .
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