Caroline

The puzzle piece never fit.

Blood seeps from an unseen wound.

She died without a smile, destined to become a phantom. 

Her nails were embedded in dirt.

Her eyes, skyward.

The puzzle remained incomplete. 

It's last piece lost in the savage curls of her strewn hair.

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