Torment.

I watched feathers dance in the air, 

As lightning cracked through a cygnet's wing.

Cruel hands and harsher words

Started to splinter delicate porcelain.

Sour love letters glued together rotten park benches
And a black beetle clicked through haunted trenches.
A fine mist replaced the eyes,
Blood thickened in the plaster.
 
Eggshells cracked below a ballerina’s silken shoe. 
But a hand is now raised
No longer in salute to you. 

- e.a.w