Oct 04


She's watching from a distance.
Watching her fall apart.
Standing on the outside, watching hit after hit.
Watching the flinch she recovered from return.
Watching the light in her eyes go out.
She sees as the confidence fades from her partner.
Unable to do anything but sit and watch.
Hold her hand hopelessly to remind her she's there.
But she still watches.
She sees as old behaviors return.
Comments about death and asking people to hurt her.
And she says nothing. 
She watches hit after hit.
Breaking what had just been fixed.
Destroying what had once been loved.




Long and slender, feathers gracefully clinging to one another to make a beautiful surface, with an appearance that screams impenetrable.

A tail.
Thin and pointed with feathers much similar to those which graced the wings, and a shape of that which matched an arch.