Savior in the Second to Win
Shattered eternity.Jason Reynolds A mothers poison embrace. Decaying angel, Walking among Burning towers. Bloodshot eyes. Stare toward skies. Pretend princess Waiting for her white horse. Nights of torment, Screaming and yelling, Curses and fists fly out. Destroying the image Of her “perfect” family. Black butterflies sit upon her shoulders She hides in the closet Waiting for the storm to subside. Unseen tears, Fall upon innocent hands. Tear stained faces Stare at pictures. A reminder of how it used to be. Longing for the good times That will never come again. |