Shredded

Buried in an open grave, her eyes couldn’t see a way out. He looked like a demon, waiting to devour her. Inch by inch, her soul’s imminent demise crept. Before long, her life was to be put in darkness. She was not a bride. She was a toy for a man’s satisfaction. That satisfaction would come from a lost innocence. A piece of soul shredded, and the life she dreamt would be a lie. A piece of soul shredded, and a little of her died inside. A piece of soul shredded, and now she was turning into a trash. A piece of soul shredded, and she would never wish for hopes and good things.