BREAD

Only weeping could be heard in silence. Matt sits with his head hung down, the skin surrounding his lips matching the same thick red liquid on his palm.
Sarah scooted over a corner regretting the time she entered the house with her love who called her princess. She wouldn’t have wished for those alcohol controlling nights, was it a betrayal or revenge?
She was marked by deep bruises underneath her clothes by her own psychotic love choice.
She wiped the last tear that escaped her dried eyes and dumped the last bread piece and left the bars.