Consideration

Consideration is a crown, she gave up for the dead, but rotting in her ears are the whispers of her dread. The ghost is talking softly and she cannot get the feeling from her head. That she cut her hand of love just to spite the boy who ran away from everything she bled. Her mothers eyes destroying cries of everything she said. Her father looking at her with experience she once fed. Her soul is creeping back and she chooses what to mend The lies of rage inside her heart are fizzling to an end and severing the ties between the bridges of her heart to tongue the cruelty of her past is done but left a trail of painful crumbs She never seems to brush away, until she's old and grey.