my ribs are broken. they were supposed to protect my fragile interior. they were supposed to keep me boxed away and kept from harm. what a fragile thing, my heart is. she's delicate, like a snowflake. she can't take it. she can't take pain and sadness and suffering. she was manufactured for light, the sun. she wasn't created knowing my ribs break easily. but yet she broke. shattered like thin glass, exposing the organs oozing out of my flesh.
