Violet

 

Violence

tear framed cheeks,

blood-stained eyes,

Violet wilts

in her own

still silence,

her bus seat

island paradise.

Raindrops advance

in rejection

of the vibrations.

Clenched fists

against the

glass screen.

Silence.

Violet drowns

out the painful sounds.

The reminders.

Noise cancelled headphones,

and her own tunes float around

comforting her,

like friendly butterflies.

not the angry dark ones

coating her skin, mothlike

hiding from the world's gaze,

in the ripples of flesh,

where clothes hide

any damage away.

Violet stretches

Wincing pain. 

Ribs possibly broken.

Watching a teardrop,

as the sky cries sadly

over the windowpane.

Blue lights flashing.

Soundless barks 

from canine-like

male mouths. 

Spit and drool

pool around rabid chin.

Fists clenched tight.

Clashing.

Banging, screaming,

harassing.

Violet leaves the world

unanswered,

the telephone hanging.

Violet won't

ever return to him.

Her bruises

share her name,

but they will fade

and violet will bloom

again.

 

 

 

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