Fifteen days of silence
The black hand, the black dog,
Have both settled over her
Taken from her the will and the wherefore.
No words are there to save her
She’s given up on living
Welcoming pain and torture
For the night becomes a comfort.
Into her cocoon she disappears
His smile, his laugh, his bad jokes
Every skerrick of him that means something.
She clings to him as in reverence
Fearful of letting go as then he too will…..
She needs him to hold her, care for her
Tell her she will never be alone.
In these dark hours she is there with him
Living life once more
Feeling loved beyond words.
As a new day dawns she feels the pen
Press hard against her skin.
Sixteen, another day of pain,
As the blackness folds around her
She feels a familiar peace
So turning to the wall
She retreats into a separate space.