See it shining in her eyes,
The rounded teardrops crystallized
And spilling out onto her cheek,
Determined streams of dread tumbling Down her suede skull.
I never thought I’d be the one
To see her shining, by their
And in a shroud of mystery
Watch her cling to
The silhouette of a stranger’s child.
She forces out the words,
Inky waves rippling outward,
Forever more distant, forever more slight.
And now the blast marks from her
Will last long after we’re dead.
Because in the haste of a
She pays the price, so I go ahead…
I empathize. My heart breaks.
Though some will say she did it wrong
And others still, will cast their stones,
I know for sure I wasn’t dreaming.