Broken-Souled

After a day filled with crudeness and cruelty, I am waiting for the moment when I can run.  Today has been a thing woven from the fibers of hell. What they don't tell you that you don't always have the option to run from or fight the most vicious predators.  Sometimes, horribly, you just have to sit there and let them take their mouthful out of your heart and watch your own blood run from between their gaping grinning teeth..... There goes the last trumpet.  I am going to take whatever feathers remain and fly out of here, broken-souled as I am.