Disclaimers: Faith does not belong to me.

Summary: Faith in prison. [shrugs]

Dedication: To anyone who's EVER read and reviewed my poetry. Thank you. I really *do* love you.

Distribution: FF.net and Buffy Verse.




Breaking Gray

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Gray was not her friend.


It fell across the concrete

In wicked splashes.

Uneven torrents.


Choked her. Mocked her.

Held her within as prisoner that she was.


Sometimes she would claw at it

With nails and fingers outstretched

Listening, smiling

in satisfaction

To the raw screeches she received.

Panting, laughing.

She declared victory.


But in the night there was no defense.

It closed in on her,

suffocated her essence.

And her chest would rise and fall raggedly

To the rhythm it drew for her.


And when the moon fell again

She went back to her work,

Tearing at it mindlessly,

As though possessed.

If only, she decided,

If only she could hurt it enough

She would be free.

All day she devoted herself to it,

to destroying it.


All night she belonged to it.


//end.