EngelaWriting

She just drove away

Leaving the destruction all behind

Somewhere in between her cold mind and lost mind

She may have been good

But the anger she breathed stripped her nature to the nude

The pain and the shame

From him never touching her imperfect frame

Exploded in the sky

So she picked up her bags

And left us to die

The ground now haunted by a little whispered lie

“This isn’t goodbye”

Leaving this house cold and dark

She believed in magic, she called it “art”

And she just drove away