Poem written by Anita Magdalena....
Blunt Hands Sharp Words
From grace she fell into her long dark days
his hands were blunt and words ever sharp
tears were the healing lotion on her wounds
kept in a secret box from the close prying eyes
Explanations to why she took a wrong breath
played out in her head before spoken into cold
falling on a disbelieving sound closed off always
tension rose with unbending dominance `closer`
In face forward of a hard place to be she stood
against all odds her walls held firm against him
a blotch of nothingness that tried to break spirits
tore at her very being as his red mist fell on her
She escaped the pace of her long dark journey
but the haunting lingered in the shadows of night
tormenting in double time from two entities of life
her sanity stayed with her as she drew her sword
With her visual blade and sharp words she cut out his black heart.
One for two.............