she blinks, eyes blank.
shards of glassy dreams.
the bitter gall of disappointment chokes down her throat like thorns,
and the soft rose petals lay bruised and torn on the ground.
how will she get back up this time?
she finds herself, lost
engulfed by the overwhelming numbness.
where is the exit? where are the brakes?
how can she begin to gather her broken heart?
she lays heaving on the harsh floor, too shocked to comprehend her reality.
her eyes close.