Crack Lines Poem by Riley Choma

She was glass that scratched like the screen of a smart phone.

Down the hallways she was kicked around as she waited for the day when she would be picked back up, but when ever she were it was never long before she was thrown back down.


Silenced and lost she falls again and cracks...

After a million tubes of crazy glue trying to put back the pieces she covers remnants of crack lines with nail polish and makeup.

She walks with her friends in the streets, and although she once had none, a part of her would give them up just to be able to see her true reflection in the shop's glass windows again.

She looks at the glass protruding over the dress sized 2 and she remembers what she wishes to not.

As a tear rolls down she fears they will see she is no more than putting on brave face, for make-up is only bound to wash away; she knows one day they will see remnants of crack lines…