The Shackles
The smell of cigs and whiskey through the night of shadows through her darkness and demons as her shackles beat to the sound of her breathing, as her heartbeat thumps to the beat of hooves in the dirt near her, the screams and whispers. The shadows roam through the flower pedals attaching themselves as one by one falls around through her heart beats of blood and tears as she hands her heart to the one that she loves thru her broken shackle’s wrists.