Broken, fixed, broken
again, many times over, until
an animal is created, slowly
formed out of the depths of
grief and agony which dwelt
in this creature's soul,
unable to be mended
again.
She lost, found again, and in the same breath
destroyed, doubly the victim of deceit;
it was given back to her, and is
again fading from her grasp.
Save what is loved,
only for it to be taken again,
perhaps until the end of time.
Must the cherished, tightly grasped
things in life come to so soon an end?
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(This is for my book Kylie, Master of Healing)
