Jane

Tears rolled down her cheeks, staining her pillow with black gobbets from her tear-smudged mascara. She had a blade in one hand and bruises on her wrist. A bottle of vodka to ease her pain and blood stains on her mattress. Her heart was broken for her love had been forsaken by the only man she had given her all to. The moonlight filtered through her tattered curtains. Her windows creaked in the evening breeze, as old newspapers rattled across her bedroom floor.


Jane