navy

he knows not the script within, nor the tissue that tears itself from her heart.

the inaudible screams that torment the nerves once calm, she runs.

bloody finger tips round the short ends of her hair, up on pointed toes.

a shiver divides her thought from reality as the trees sing in the night.

she stops.

a cry in the crystallized sky pulls her chin slightly, but she sees no one.

eyes beneath lids locked tight, she searches for a face.

long since this time, he saturates her thoughts.

thoughts of shelter, thoughts of healed embrace, thoughts of time when both were safe.

a dizzy dance drops heels to grass and the hum of the wind makes her smile.

black lashes lift to a hole in the night and the green of her eyes becomes dark.

alone with the screams, she plays again in her head.

a secret.

she narrows on a thought.

a movement he is not aware.

and this moment, as significant as the twinkling of a star would bring him to know.

the voices speak louder this time as the lashing of the wind grows cold.

tiny silver lines run over chapped cheeks onto creased lips.

in a world less loving, his life is insufficient.

the blackness of night leaves her full as she places one toe beyond another.

his life is sufficient.

in the shadows of the moon she prances, never looking for it's esthetic.

"i'm still here," she whispers.