Short stories

Broken Girl

He broke her heart into a billion pieces.
Darkened it as though it was a night of the full moon.
Only lit by the love given and received by the offspring they conceived. 

A smile went like the wind. 

Eyes no longer as bright as the sun.

Heart cold like a tundra.

Dressing as a fool she feels.
Waiting for the pen to drop.
To prove her right to what she has suspected.
No one wants what has been used.
No one wants what is broken.
No one wants a soulless toy.
All anyone would ever want from this pile of string and cotton is a piece of them that has been gone.
A piece that was once a part of an idea of innocence.
No longer is the whole.
No longer is she a paragon for what was left of the legacy before her.

Unattainable people have called her heart.

Liked and hated by many, is she?

Unbeknownst to the world the difficulty in breathing and the need to be strong.

The need to bottle every emotion that rattles the glass of a soul and heart.