Inspired by the poem “Stet” by David Hernandez

She shut the door

tears streaming down her face

once again.

She gripped the handle as she struggled for balance

and watched her world crumble away.

He may have destroyed her but she was the tornado

left in her own ruins.

Even if she had the chance to re-write the story

she wouldn’t.

But time and time again she thinks to herself,

“Maybe it would have been better

if I never picked up the book in the first place”