Empty Frames

He smiles,
Smiles as his hands clutch
At the empty frames
Of her glasses,
His knuckles whiten
Around the black plastic life
Of another girl
Not coming home.

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He doesn’t listen, anymore.
No longer listens to their voices,
Their voices,
Calling from the shadows
He doesn’t listen anymore,
Because all the whimpers and the screams
Just sound the same.

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6 thoughts on “Empty Frames

  1. Sorry, I forgot to mention that I used one of this week’s BeKindReWrite (http://bekindrewrite.com) prompts, Empty Frames!

  2. Woah. Creepy. Skillfully told.

  3. Mike says:

    The more I read this poem the more sinister it appeared to be.
    Great piece of writing.

  4. evenstarwen says:

    Yikes! That pretty pink picture did not prepare me for the direction it would take. So many chills in so few words. You are very good at this.

  5. elmowrites says:

    Shivers down my spine! That’s all I have to say.

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