salty water falling from dark pools
pain lodged inside her cage.
words scribbled out of emotion,
of distraught and hurting,
turn into splotches of ink
as they intwine with the droplets of water
falling on those pages marked
with impressions of her shaking hands.

one page, two page, three page.
they flutter around her like butterflies
watching the view of such a creature like her,
who finally lets the pen drop,clatter,
on the cold hardened bathroom floor.
the streams have stopped flowing,
the clinical white light shines
the paper butterflies clasped in her hands
she tears their wings, pieces by pieces,
watching her ruin words she crafted.

autumn leaves over another on a cold october
like the pieces she piled on the tile in front of her.
what is she going to do?
a flicker of light
the blazing starts,
the lighter— snuffed out—in her palms
dark smoke filters the air,
takes a whiff, high on her pain
haunted smile crawling on her cracked lips
then laughter echoes
at the dark joy of letting go pain.

there. pain burning in my sight.