Broken Heart

Dizzily she stood,

talking in her head

to someone who didn’t exist

outside the confines of a disaster,

where second hand hurt

unravels around her.

Hands that aren’t hers hold tight to a plan

her body is lost,

taken by a man with an inflated idea of

the things he can take.

 

 

 

 

 

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