Shoulder blades
Sharpened
Etched
Onto her
Skin       
Jutting out.

Feathers
Quivering
Aching
To
Be
Released.

They ***** her
She bleeds
Tread lightly.
Beware
Those
Troubled eyes.

Shadows
Ripple
Across
The stained
Canvas      
Of her –

Heart.
Downtrodden
Beaten down
By their
Cacophonous                      
Drum.

Taste
Of the
Sea
Runs
Down                    
Her cheek.

A
Lone
Stream          
Relentlessly      
Pours      
Past –

The
Murky
Land
Of
Dying    
Trees.

Wasteland
Barren
Save
The
Withered    
Rose

It speaks –
Its final
Breath,              
A                                
Parting                               
Note:

“Do you
See splendor
In those
Placid
Cobalt
Eyes?

Or is
My inner
Purity
Revealed
At                      
Last –

That is
Betrayed
By
An
Alluring                    
Form.”

Silence
She waits
And
Weakens
In putrid                    
Earth.

~
He's gone.
                                                                                          She'll never know.