Isabella Red

Empty Seams

I was presumed to be whole, but gradually torn
They ripped and they dragged; they shredded and they stole
All that lingers is a carapace that is tattered, numb and worn
My heart was snatched too yes right from my chest
All that remains is the shell of a human
and quite a copious mess
Still I see with remarkable acumen
I see how steadily the dull increases; oh how my heart is in pieces
The shards I can not find

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