Legs weak, knees buckling
She falls, ankles unsupported by Achille's heel, grief too great to bear
Her back is hunched and shoulders slumped, as though she carries the world, with no pillars for support
She bends, she tilts, and tumbles prostrate to the floor, hands clenched bitterly
Enough tears to fill a lake, cries of anguish that chill the core
She lifts her eyes - eyes burning with resentment
Clutches her heart with one bleeding hand, palm cut by her own nails
Conflicted within, afflicted with despair
She screams in her wretchedness, a scream of hatred that dies in an impotent wail
Yet to forgive; unforgiven
Unwilling to release the known for the unknown
Ever hearing, but never understanding
Ever seeing, but never perceiving
She recoils from the bright light, slithering into the darkness
Willingly chained in slavery to the powers of hell
Rooted in place by pain and fear
She turns her face away from pity's gaze, brushes aside compassion's yearning arms
Legs weak, knees buckling
She falls...
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