She sits on her bed clothed in your shirt
Though covered, she feels exposed
She dare not look at the floor
There she will see your ghost
Glass litters the floor
Everywhere she would walk
Pictures of you and her
Grabbed and thrown from the walls
Sobs rack her body
All while she digs at her chest
She attempts to pull out the jeweled dagger
The one you so soundlessly, delicately left
Slowly you pressed it in
Little by little, inch by inch
When you walked away,
You gave it one last good wrench
Her eyes cry out her life blood
From the dagger you so deftly placed
Buried too far in to remove
Blood flows as tears instead