Thursday, September 22, 2016

Love Lost

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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