Fractured Crystalline Forms

lingers in the back
of her mind as vividly
as the red marks
cast upon her
back

weighed down by
the sins of those
meant to be
guardians
of her innocence

willful ignorance
provided false warmth
at night, and
sung the denial
like a quiet song

her silent screams
ran in salty waves
down her face
she closed her eyes,
and held her breath.

–blood isn’t always thicker than water.