I wrote this awhile ago, durnig a point in my life where I was in a bit of a darker place.

Although to some extent I can't help but think I should get rid of it and attempt to forget it, it's grown on me and I like opinions on it.

By crit, I don't mean just 'You suck' or, even as much as I like hearing it, 'That was awesome' or something along the line. Tell me why. Help me improve.

Well, here it goes.

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Devoured

She ran.

Ran from all that was cursing her,

Ran from her past.

Ran from the monster that was herself.

The rain crashed down around her.

Bright streaks of lightning swept through the sky.

The dark night illuminated by the flashes.

Booming crashes marked their territory.

Regrets hung heavy.

How could she have been so blind?

To allow, to enable such a thing?

To bring such devastation to so many?

In the air few sound rang out.

The panicked rise and fall of her breaths.

The scraping of her feet against wet pavement.

The true storm.

The fury of the world.

Punishing her for her choices.

Chasing her through the dreary alleyways.

Sealing her to her madness.

She fell.

The brutal skies contiued to torment her.

Her head came to rest upon stone.

The place that bore witness to her final moments.

Blood and water mixed.

Unseen tears dropped slowly.

But not a soul would learn,

of the memories devoured by the rain.