A weeping widowed woman,
Tears flowing down her cheeks as her body purges
Sadness,
She convulses from her emotions,
Shoulders rocking back and forth
Like a baby in a crib,
The convulsions continue as she thinks about the child she once had.
Her grief stricken heart,
Pounding the same way the officers pounded on her innocent door,
Her make up smudges as she trudges through the rain
Attempting to disguise her tears but the make up, the paint she used to embellish herself reveals her.
She longs for peace but,
Peace comes to those who deserve it,
She doesn't deserve it,
Like a dropped porcelain base,
Her whole is no longer wholesome,
Her mind is spinning like a carousel.
She longs for strength but strength died 10 minutes ago,
Her strength is on a hospital
bed
She crawls to the wall and supports herself upwards before
She collapses out of her
Nightmare
And into
Duality