She slunck in the back way, like a thief through the garden.
The door closed, loud thunk!
Silence assaulted her.

Sobbing, screaming echoed for miles, nobody heard but
a wild storm of crows dislodging, crackled from the trees,
celebrating her agony.

The house shattered against her pounding fists,
wanting to fix it, deny and defy,
defend the defenseless, the hopeless, the lost things.

A certain calm descends.
An opaque moment, sticky with drying tears.

For a motionless hour, sideways, staring fixated,
heart ticking like the clock, eyes recording nothing.
Breathing, nothing.

Nothing special.

Just her.