Bad News

Ponds.
Little tubs of the purest liquid broke evenly,
quickly,
through the walls that struggled to hold back each and every unfortunate drop.
Prying eyes invaded and gawked through the panes she so desperately attempted to cower behind;
praying to a God she hadn’t believed in to make her existence non.
Lower and lower she sunk as she shoved the weight of her being to the base of the floor
where she assured her heart to be;
where she believed her soul lay slain.
Her eyes squeezed shut as her head fell hopelessly against the door;
the loud roar of the engine drowning out the looping frame of devastation responsible
for her utter defeat.

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