Subject Tension

Sarah wasn’t always frail as leaves didn’t always fall with a single gust of wind She was strong. She was steady as a drum. until that boulder slipped cracked open her wandering soul pushed her eyes deep into the back of her skull pulled at her hair stomped out her breath stole her family and carved its name into her arms She isn’t small hearted just has stitching stuck in her chest She’s trapped in this glass case wondering where her mommy is Dear God I gotta get outta here run away and never look back.