Notes: This is what comes out when I start procrastinating my homework by reading Batman. This is sort of about the work I do with domestic violence victims Also this photo is not mine, but it seemed to match this poem.
Warning: Increasingly depressing
The aisle seemed lit by a sickly red sun,
Reflecting off the white decorations that were overdone.
She walked step by step not seeming to notice
That her light was gone, she seemed to be soulless.
Fire extinguished by chaining waters
Hoping that the end would save her daughters.