Something fragile breaks
In her chest.
A heart of recycled glass
Melts
Every time.
A memory passes this way;
Air cools plastic lungs
To pop and fizzle and
Smoke...
She exits in pieces -
Molten to the core,
Fierce,
Fragile once more
For all the right reasons.
Handle with care.
Enter at your own
Risk.
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