The Change

Ashes crumble and are shoved into a closed mouth
Taking dirty little grimy fingers and pressing them into the paper
A moaning that erupts like clenched teeth against a palm
Tears soaking on the underside of a baby's cheek
The eyes roll and twirl dramatically behind a menacing smile
Like that of some inferno burning in the deeps of her mind

"I need your help!" Her voice cries out in the dark of the room, only her eyes being the window to his creation.

There's a banging on the outside of the door
It begs and pleads to get in as it gurgles and laughs
Manipulating the ears that can only ever listen when words are spoken
He pulls past the boundary to get to her at a loss
The saliva in her throat and knife jabbing into her ankle
Keeping her away from him
Her love

Cold, the numbness that passes over her chest when the wood splinters; darkness and sticky tar bubbling in.

The noise and ticking get louder
Suffocating and filling the room up with pressure
She can only help but scream out to him
Her knuckles cut up when she reaches for a helping hand

"___!" And she yelped his name one last time, getting hers in return as he fell to his knees; depression sinking over as the room gets too silent.

The pure sound of her cries when she whispered
And how he moaned in agony at it all when she begged for release
That was not given to her
How he didn't understand the struggle and the reasoning behind it
He heard every little word and rip that came from his baby's mouth
But there was nothing he could do as she burned

"Stop, I can't."

And burned

"No, please, I've never--"

And burned

"Stop! It hurts!"

And burned

"I don't care."

Up and away from his loving hands

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