She was alone again, trying not to
look behind at the ghosts that followed
her home. The cool air stifled her
breath; she coughed just to think.
With a loud rumble, the clouds above
parted ways, having fought over a lost
crow that stole their warmth. Pellets
of black pearls fell from the sky,
bouncing off her porcelain body. Like
old war wounds, she carried the cracks
in silence. There would be no storytelling
for the children, only nightmares
replaying in her eyes. Her pale hands
trembled as they shielded her from the
pain. With a loud caw, she spread her
wounded wings, ever searching for the
sun that would warm her frozen heart.
Sandy Benitez writes dark fantasy poems and fiction. Her first novel, a gothic fantasy, The Rosegiver, was published in February 2016. She enjoys horror movies & books, wandering through old cemeteries, and perusing antique stores.