• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 03
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Light hit the edges
Smooth enough to
Build safety on
The corners of their
He never meant to hurt her,
Fragile as she was,
His words were swords,
Arrows, daggers...

She did not have time to
Prepare for the blow.
She sheltered her heart
Beneath the crevices of
Blue, waiting for it to
Be whole again.
He watched her every move--
Eager to collect
The shattered pieces
Of the pumping muscle.



She pressed on in her
Longing gaze, devoted
To a past that would never
Become present.
In her blue bits,
Life birthed a new son
g, Everything waiting to be
Discovered was now
Pieces of her future,
Scared to be rid of
The past.