She built her dreams with bare hands,
Her eyes closed
Against the constraints of reality.
She carved them slowly,
Smoothing their edges.
But she had forgotten to open her eyes,
Forgotten to make her dream world a reality.
And a crack formed;
It laced up the side of her perfect sculpture
Until it was cobwebbed and dusty.
It shattered.
Disintegrating into a million pieces.
Lost.
Fragile.