I find myself alone.
In the dying light
The heart is racing and my feet are frozen.
I stare blankly at the cracks in of the ground.
I wait. I'm expecting something unexpected.
My pores were filled with regret and despair.
My dry eyes, however, refuse to blink.
Bewitched to the ground
My neck is scorched by a branding iron.
I'm told you're now finished.
I'm sitting alone with a crooked spine once more.
This time around...
Make some hushed sobs.

© -Athenaa