Her New Act | Chapter 8

Trapped inside I couldn’t lie. This act of cruelty laying into brutality was once my soul now my void. I’ve done it so many times, the piercing screams in the blood red skies. I hear their cries all the time. Pounding out of their chest, just like the rest. Forevermore, I am trapped, between life & death, it never ends. The scars remain, staying same, deeper in vain as the decades decay. My face, now never dry, just crimson tears falling over the years. Upon my arrival in what used to be my home now perished into dust for this used to be us. I’m an unholy threat that will never meet my end. Caught in an endless cycle where violence becomes survival. Sounds underneath the rubble, surface the worst of this, a hand reaching beyond the veil clinging to life. Familiarity in the eyes, which shouldn’t exist My sister who I once knew may not have perished like the rest of them?