Cry My Beloved B

dark clouds of tears swell her eyes with immense force bursting the walls as they poured unchallenged drenching the valleys of her cheeks they surged with determination in pursuit of her mouth where they drained unconcerned unleashing a salty taste of hatred that washed through her soul her innocence having been stolen looted by masquerading gangs of bandits in black suits, they camouflaged pretending to care, they waited unsuspecting she was not vigilant she fell victim to her guardians... dark clouds of hatred inflate her heart as she lay there bleeding bruised and ashamed with gigantic holes covering her body forensic evidence of abuse exploited and left naked undressed for the whole world to see the torn flesh in her soul oozing blood in protest the life giving stuff sapping away leaving her drained and weak holding unto dear life by the threads she held on nevertheless... white clouds of hope stream from her soul exposed by the voices of protest who stood at her door with open arms ready to lend her support to dress her wounds and allow her body to heal to wrap her fragile soul in flags white flags of hope... Cry my beloved B