no words

the heart dripping blood
from the open wound
the slit from hurt
weeps within
outward signs
elusive and quiet
the storm is present
just beneath the surface
ready to rise
ready to strike
stages of remorse
solidify and disperse
the pulse rapid
the pallor ghostly
etched into the softness
where once dwelled
love and admiration
washed away
in the sea of silence
devastation
it's only remainder