Empty Windows

 

I'm simply a shadow
burned on the wall of my life
after the devastation you wrought,
a two-dimensional mockery
only vaguely person shaped
with no room for growth.

My body,
claimed in the destruction
which relegated me to observer,
frozen in that moment,
staring out from dull eyes
in the unanswerable question
of 'why?'.

You carved 'Good Girl'
into the wall next to my outline but
something this void and inhuman
can't be a girl.