“You have the right to
remain silent” they said...

The stories she told
unleashed memories...

The pain inside
was unbearable...

Her hands
trembling...

She traced the cracks on the wall,
like she sailed within a map...

In the shade of a
flower, she stacked petals of...

She sat on the edge
of the frame...

The cold breeze
curled around her...

Her small face rested on my arms,
for I have approached her broken part...

She was a dark one;
a butterfly...