"She stepped on the cold, plunged her head forward.
Placed her broken flesh upon the lengthening wire.
She stepped off the hardening exterior, gazed from above, made her own masterpiece.
Soon she let go, for her body dangled from the sky.
It clasped together with the wires hands, merged one another with the spreading black lines.
She freed her empty demons, now she flies, far away in the deep blue sky."
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Shattered
Poetry"She held on to the thorn knowing it would prick her, and grabbed on to it's roots knowing she would fall, but the hope that flickered in her eyes always seem to shimmer, nothing demolished it at all, she carved her art on the canvas and set the li...
