The Storm
Broken on the ground
she lies naked,
stripped
like water by wind,
like glass that can't mend,
yet desperate eyes search --
to her left
there is no one,
to her right
only him
who left blood on her thighs,
lightning raping the sky,
as the night is stained darker
and the night is inside
so she lies
silent,
stripped.
karen izod
Thu 23rd Feb 2017 07:55
It's very powerful Melissa, the sense of the 'stain' that will not go away.
thank you
Karen