Retribution

Brought into existence
by falling bridges and snowmelt,
a bent key fit into the stone carving
of a door; brushes in candlelight,
both weapon and tool in this
forgotten epoch. Pearls look like eyes,
unpolished, unstrung, pecked by wraiths
and vultures. Bloody cracks between tiles,
slipped on, before the doorknob finally breaks,
and all restraints are made powerless.

I'm not really sure how to analyse this one but it seems awfully deep and a little existential even. Quite morbid too.

I believe you should add to this a little. There isn't a lot of connection between your lines / ideas. You go from bridges falling to some stone door and a key, to candels and something about weapons and tools. There's no connection between these things. Unless it's more so a list like set up, in which, there would still be no connection and that's no fun too.

All you need to do is fill in the gaps between these ideas and you'll be fine. And try to add some similes or metaphors so we can give more of a visualisation, like with the bridges collapsing. Just things that we all know what they look like / are like and we can imagine how these things happen.

But other than that, good job.

Good luck, keep writing;
Silented1.

Overall, I enjoyed this. Your sentences sometimes sound like just fragments to me, but that's just my personal opinion and can be easily fixed. Other than that, this is short and sweet - very simple piece. Great write, Kafka.