There is horror in her gut

Scraping and clawing

Traveling through the rivers of her blood

Begging for release

 

There is a rage in her hands

That spills into silent moments

Buried deep

Deep

Deep

Searching for release

Anguish twists her heart

Molding it like clay

Flimsy and wet

Unstable

Easily falling apart

Desperate for release

 

Tensions knot her muscles

Like rope

Leaving lasting indentions in their memory

Tight and controlled

She moves through the valley

Pleading for release

 

“When,” she cries, “will this dread release me?”

Tears pooling on the collar of her t-shirt

Her body trembles with no end in sight

“When will this horror release me?”

 

Shadows flicker in the corner of her eyes

Urging her on

Pushing for release 

For the anger galvanized

Into a weapon of iron

To pierce through the light

Releasing itself 

Free