Her skin so white
As made of porcelain
She had little freckles
Around her nose,
Her hair was with color
Of red melted cooper,
The only you could see
Her eyes melancholy
In foggy rainy days "
As today she stood alone
Looking from the balcony
Of her little mirrored home,
She felt the hiding storm
Rain drops falling intensely
on her little chrysanthemums
her hands- stretched to touch
the falling water,
but then it came the hailstorm
just in seconds - in the moment
he came in her life to broke it,
A man without a face,
With sunken heart in chest
He called her name , Hael,
What are you doing here??
He was drunk or just so cruel
with face as if of broken clay,
he took her as a doll in arms,
his hands radiating aggression
pain and fight, he was a dark ghost
made of only fire of the hell,
when he slapped her gentle face
he pulled her hair and tore her
clothes…No cream, just a sound
of broken porcelain,
outside it merges with
the sound of thunder
inside with broken soul,
a chrysanthemum, smashed
by the cruelty of hails,
Her eyes silent with emptiness
The sky full of tears and sad,
The man was drunk or maybe crazy
Or maybe he was just sadistic "
The storm of his concrete hands
His heavy Frankenstein corpus
He was already on another side,
No sun was flashing in his sight…
The beast of darkness, full of anger.
In the middle of the darkness
A beam of light shone through
The lovely Hael with reddish hair
Just sighed and fainted "
Little red drops on the canvas
Of her life. Blood spots on
The pure white of her soul.
But the last sun rays
brought her back the hope.
© nia nour
...July 014
