Sunny skies turning to darkness is witnessed.
Bitter words flooding the air is endless.
Is his heart pumping or is it made of steel?
She's bleeding again before her wounds are healed.
To look into his cold eyes full of her were hard to bear.
Begging for an alternative who was there to care.
Tune off the mind's eye so to evade the precision.
To grief is an option but to be content is an illusion.
His hands were soft and warm when held in winter.
She wants more of him but now he's holding her.
She believes that it is revenge that he seeks.

She closed her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks.