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Pieces

  • Writer: Hannah Abiona
    Hannah Abiona
  • Jan 24, 2022
  • 1 min read

Her mask cracks and she is winded.

Fragments fall down by her feet.

Her scars are revealed... ones that she has been hiding for years.

Kneeling down in front of you, she holds out her heart.

Vivacious... yet impaired.

You take it in your hands... squeezing tightly and dropping it to the floor.

Once again, parts of her mask fall... until there is nothing left.

It brings you great pleasure to have her before you.

Desolate and mortified.

You turn and walk away, as I stand in your place.

My embrace uplifts her broken spirit as we slowly begin to pick up the pieces...

 
 
 

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