ONE STORMY NIGHT
Cheeks damp with tears,
by husks of old memories;
her shoulders shook with each sob,
bringing her to exhaustion;
every corner of her heart, wounded;
bundles of nerves, raw;
she climbed into the familiar dark place
where bolts of lightning cannot reach,
yet the storm raged on.
Only ash remains.
Inspired by The Sunday Whirl’s Prompt #75: damp, trapped, husk, shook, bring, corners, bundles, climbed, bolts, storm, remain, and ash. Also posted for Day 80 at “100 Days of Summer” — click here to go to their Facebook page.