Paper and Pencil Shavings..

Reality

The raw edge of his voice awakened her, stirred her soul

And tugged on her heart

He knocks on the door, lying and sighing

Trying to slide his way back into her bed.

Branches whirl and twist outside the window pane, clawing at the glass

The melody sings softly, sadly and lonely

In the air

And in her hair

He lies

And she cries

For the life of yesterday.

He comes in and kills once more

Spilling and splitting her life at the core.