marchtwentyfourthtwothousandten

she takes the alley back
around this building.
searching to find a part of her
that has always been missing.
out from my window
i can hear her heart
stop.
finally succumbing to the
number of times it has
fallen
apart.
i can feel her breath collapse,
air leaves her body,
as she stumbles to
hide behind her shadow
...haunting.
from somewhere unknown,
something grabs her insides,
pulling once more towards
the source of her cries.
down and out.
out and down.
i cant help but to see
this life on the ground,
struck by its own misery.
my want to save her heart
cant and wont suffice.
for she alone is the soul
that can save her own life.
thus,
i sit in pain and watch
this dream of a girl.
who cant seem to escape
being consumed by this
nightmare of a world.