Drop Zone

At the verge of parched tears arrested in fear Kim was enveloped by morbid sadness Enshrined in her prison cell and stiletto in hand tension rose on the surface buried inside A cutting edge waiting to act upon visceral gloom called for incisive bloodletting action One life one laceration away from cliffhanging lightening small visceral droplets engulfed a low rising soul No morning dew on mournful contempt and self-castigation cast out into casket's nails of grave conclusion Ready to push one final dagger into her heart she wished for terminal silence composure and freedom She stumbled and was once more washed away into guilt failure anger and endless void Thunder and fire bolts turned into hail storms ‘Hallowed be thy name and forgive me’ Heavy crystals pelted her skin and frosted her soul moulded a foundering slip on treacherous slope Kim fell on her self-imposed dagger in the thawing of time and woke up in a raindrop and the bubble could burst