A pause...

...wondering if some days are meant to remain undocumented
Some moments are meant to be uneventful
Some lives are meant to be unmemorable.

Light brown eyes

She feels the chokehold, getting tighter
She is struggling to breathe, struggling
To be alive
Then, a flicker of a memory
Floods her thoughts, A voice
His gaze upon her naked body, his eyes
Upon her, and an honest, "you're beautiful"

Again, tighter, willing the life out of her
His menacing eyes
They were not the same person. His eyes
Were a lighter brown.
And in that moment, she knew,
She had died a long time ago.

Fleeting

Eyes, look away, blink back tears
Holding back hurtful words
Hurting, wounded
Wishing
Wondering
If the promise of the life she'd dreamed of
Would ever unfold.
Glimpses each day of a world that could be,
Fleeting moments
A world that never really was, may never be.

Blank

Blank paper stared back, waiting for words

There's a drop at the corner of the page

A sign of the times, the mood of the day

A teardrop says more than words ever can.