EvieC

Her tears leave her face, dripping down her chin..

The picture burning in the fireplace,

The flames curl around the tinted picture.

The lighter thrown on the floor, far away from where it once was.

They say, “Life is a path that’s your choice” 
But it takes so much courage to actually speak up for that.. 

Wet, soaked towels on the floor 
Tears that are made dry
Scars that don’t heal- even with time..
Screams made that no one can hear.
My voice wearied beyond belief
After each and every tear from the fibers worn out