it’s eerie,
the sudden hush,
the shadows that slice,
the impossible quiet
her heart was a forest
but it’s been wiped out by fire
and the sun that once shined here
has long been eclipsed
it’s now filled by figments
with loathed looks
and silent lips
and the ghost and ghouls
that haunt this place
know nothing of forgiveness
so there is only emptiness
where love used to bloom,
her beating heart
now an aching tomb
Breath of Words © 8/14/17
photo: Tristen Lane