Under Construction
The wounds are too concrete
Sometimes
Too black and blue to fake
The thoughts
The ache
All too much of her emotional
Reality
Her tears are not for nothing
For her
They're a cope
The shaking
Unsteady sobs are her escape from the consistent drill
Her body weak
Unable to meet expectation
The words puncture her hollowed interior like a hammer to its nail
The pain piles like a stack of bricks
Veins pump like slow traffic
Red flags wave on her heart's broken pieces down the assembly line of shattered structural fragments
A caution sign reads
Construction zone ahead
Love is on the lever and a life is on the line