he stretched my heart within an inch of its breaking point

and it was that inch between my toes and the cliff

the inch of his skin still touching mine

that held every inch of me together

inching towards oblivion

we used to be infinity

now he's inches

of my destruction

My little girl, Daisy, was gone, taken from us way to soon, but thankfully before she could suffer to much. I shudder to think what she would have faced had she woken from her coma, the fear and pain she would have faced due to get broken body. If there were any consolation in the brutal death of my little girl, it's that she didn't suffer. At least there is that. . .