Jagged glass cuts into the sky
and the thick of the night bleeds in.
Through the broken window she sees the light
that offers her hope again.
But the silence screams so cold
and her thoughts but a solemn whisper.
Much too faint is her song of hope
for it to grow within her.
Her heart to share beats slowly
as it is shared with none.
And the emptiness that surrounds her
wants to be her only one.
Her hands and face of porcelain skin
want a touch they do not know.
As the dust is washed from her trembling eyes
that burn a moon like glow.
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