Screams echoed in the hollow hallway,
the silence shattered by bitter weeping.
She lays in a battered heap,
used and broken, her desperation leaking.
Her mind wanders, poisoned by suicide,
as she pulls at her hair in frustration.
She yearned to end this nostalgia,
but it was her only occupation.
It was nauseating without him,
like her bread had been snatched away,
to feed a younger, vibrant soul
like she had been some day.
Just the other day they had pledged,
bound in sickness, health and age.
Now he was free, like he had always dreamt,
but left her in their cage.
A steamengine of sorrow controls her,
while he had moved on, by a country mile.
She'd slash her wrists in a pretty white gown
before the next time she saw that aisle. |
Submission Name: Thoughts in the Hollow Hallway
