her fingertips stroke her tear stained cheeks
her dry eyes burn, aching for the constant wetness they’ve come to know
but she has no more tears to shed
no more time to cry
silence permeates her room like blood in a body
the muted screams she’s begging him to hear
sunlight slices through the tattered blinds, casting light across her arms
mocking her as it brightens the time faded scars
time, time is her enemy
second by second, slowly ticking away
patiently waiting for the rest that never comes