Allison R.

 

She was broken,

shattered

into a thousand pieces.

Veins were cracks,

parts of her soul

pouring out into the world.

A hairline crack

in her glass body,

her mind open to the world.

Transparent.

Fragile,

like glass,

crystal.

Imperfect,

crevices lining her body.

An angel,

one with broken wings

and tainted feathers.

Falling from the sky,

plummeting

like a bird

who doesn’t know

how to fly.

A rose,

petals wilting

from behind a

glass vase,

unwatered.

Ignored.

She was broken,

shattered.

Defeated.

Beaten.

Broken.