Sitting.
No one notices.
Standing.
No one cares.
One step back.
Two steps back.
A glance or two.
On the edge.
Sorries.
Two hands.
Desperate words.
One hand.
Crying.
Nothing.
Screams.
Not in her head, but in reality.

Used to be there.
Now she is here.
A moon.
Never seen unless shone upon.
No one knows where she came from.
Across the ocean?
High in the sky?
The top of the mountain?
Didn't matter.
No one saw.
No one noticed.
A question unsolved.
The answer never sought because she was invisible.
Like a chameleon on a tree.
A bird in the sky.
Stars at dawn.
Until the sun came.
The sun’s rays blinded her at first.
Too much.
But then it shone upon her.
Invisible no more.

Broken?
Yes.
So she takes it to the fixer.
Broken?
Yes.
So he takes it to the fixer.
The Fixer doesn’t let anyone down.
It fixes the broken, and heals the breakable.
Broken?
Yes.
So it fixes and heals.
Because it is the Fixer.
No one can fix it or heal it.
Because no one knows the Fixer can be broken.