Broken

I pick up the pieces to see what I can make of them. She clings to a new prayer to undo what I have done. The old one now answered, the screaming stopped. Her regret at not being more careful in her wants, just one more piece I have to work with.

Taken apart to a point Reason saw no need to crush her. I resolve to not let the first and now last of my witnesses go to waste. I turn her towards my work, made her to look upon it. She tells me, it is God’s will. I tell her if that were true, he would have done it himself.

Broken now by my design, she finds no peace when she closes her eyes. Assured that she will forever be restless. I set her free to spread my tail seeking rest. Her choices are unkind ones. Choose between marching across the horizon or facing those that went before her.