With deep breaths she attempts
To release
Steel wool snarls of
Tightly knotted composure
Relax, if just a split-second
Into starkness of her own truth
Unstrung, her heart heavily crumbles
Falls leaden into her gut
As lovingly crafted
Poorly formed cookies
Drop in sweet shambles
To baker’s chagrin.
Terrified witness to
Her hearts demolition
Or was it instead
Brittle protective shell?
I wish this could be updated soon! So much potential.
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