Shattered promises
torn at corners
like broken pieces
scattered across hardwood floors.
Illusions linger in the shards,
flirting their way into the crevices
of my fingertips.
It seeps into my blood stream,
like venom tainting
the well oiled machine
I have created in the wake
of sunlight on an empty bedspread.
Broken.
I crumple across the floor
and force a connection with the reflection
scattered beneath me.
The girl who was.
The girl who is.
The girl who should have...
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