She stares at the ceiling
cracks whispering her name,
over and over.
hundreds of tiny breaks hid by glass skin
Wrists a scarred mess
carrying every
“I’m ok”
like a rock in her chest
a temple of happy lies
but when one brick falls,
the walls crack open
Dancing in the shards of glass and debris
sharp edges,
bleeding heels,
every cut,
a reminder she will never be herself again
each shard embedded,
an endless silent scream
but when she shatters,
it's not like the movies,
no slow-motion
or music
only the raw snap of a soul
pushed too far
bending
until it breaks,
shattered into a thousand pieces
glassgirl no more
Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 10:59 AM UTC
She stares at the ceiling
cracks whispering her name,
over and over.
hundreds of tiny breaks hid by glass skin
Wrists a scarred mess
carrying every
“I’m ok”
like a rock in her chest
a temple of happy lies
but when one brick falls,
the walls crack open
Dancing in the shards of glass and debris
sharp edges,
bleeding heels,
every cut,
a reminder she will never be herself again
each shard embedded,
an endless silent scream
but when she shatters,
it's not like the movies,
no slow-motion
or music
only the raw snap of a soul
pushed too far
bending
until it breaks,
shattered into a thousand pieces
glassgirl no more
(inspired by this: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4939081/glassbones/)
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