angels grieve their fallen masterpiece

the rain beat down

on the house

and his fist beat down

on her.

her skin will never be

the same after it's been

torn apart

and pieces are lost.

the sun lit through the clouds

and his cigarette lighter

lit against her skin.

flesh is burned away

and the ghost in the

hallways mourn

her pain.

the wind cuts through

the trees just as

his nails cut and burry

into her cheek.

sometimes it's easier

to just not breathe.

go outside when the

damage is done and

look to the sky above

look how the sky

cries for you.