raw and untitledshe drops under the table and covers her ears.raw and untitled by mismatched-misfits
she doesn't want to hear the echoes of their deaths
or feel the blood splashing her face.
she sweeps her consciousness into a neat little corner
with a fragile and slender broom,
trying not to lose her only slice of sanity.
she protects it with her small, already-broken body.
a demented intruder holds her lungs in his oversized hands,
only to drop them, letting the organs shatter on the floor
with the spines and tracheae of the innocents.