Crimson

Silently she sheds her tears, whispered voices no one hears, watching days turn into years, petrified by all her fears. Waging war with words of wrath, startled by her lurid laugh, tripping blindly down the path, clicking beads compute the math. In darkness cloaked she sits and stares, rhythmic creaking rocking chairs, expressionless, she is aware, knowing no one's left who cares. A crimson bird lands on the sill, eyeing her, he clacks his bill, the bird sings out a tiny trill, fluttering, her heart is stilled. ©Danielle White