Why those words?
The careless scrawl on the board
Mocked and taunted her;
Scoffing, she leaned back in her chair
To a chorus of insistent scratching pens.
Torturous sounds, worse than clicking keyboards
Amplified her wordless- (worthless) -ness;
Honestly, she felt nothing.
Silence echoed in her empty spaces
Giving birth to a hot blaze.
Her eyes flashed, her jaw clenched.
Her heart would soon be well-done,
Burnt to a crisp, a pile of ashes.
She wouldn’t, couldn’t, shouldn’t.
Pen to paper, flowing ink
Like a cool healing well spring;