Lies discarded on the soles of your feet
a shadow of what she once was
crumpled piece of paper
broken glass, broken pieces of her heart
lie scattered all around you
The clock just struck midnight
she takes flight,
with broken glass sticking out of the soles of her feet
her face a vision of fright, horror and a zillion open wounds
wings broken, unable to fly she crawls towards you
hoping you will stitch her up
At least close the open wounds,
help her get to her feet
but you wear self preservation like a cloak,
you will not be bothered
she means nothing to you now.
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