Ephemeral

[bleedingangel84]

Night winds whisper-
through broken panes-
glass shattered and jagged-
like her scattered, nebulous-
thoughts.

Blood falls like salty tears-
her wounds are open-
exposed, raw-skin torn-
flesh lies thin as paper-
gathered around-
the puckering gash.

Lips, blue and stiff-
frozen in a half smile-
she has left her shell-
behind her-
there upon-
the cold, wet floor.

Do not weep for her-
for she has shed-
the heavy weight-
of her own expectation-
and the need to please.

She has made her home-
far beyond the stars-
where no yesterdays exist-
and tomorrows aren't yet born-
there is only-the now-that is hers-
Eternally.