Pieces of myself falling from my pocket
scattering across a marble covered floor
stammering my apologies I lean down to collect what I have left
only to meet my reflection halfway to hell
"you're a mess" she remarks, foot resting on my heart
"where did you come from?" I ask
she towers over me with a heel that could plunge through concrete
ready to drive her foot down and squish my heart
"try it" I gaze up with defiant eyes
and for a moment the heel hovered just above my heart
and then came crashing down
I watched as the heel struck my hardened heart
it didn't it didn't break it caused showers of emotion
and our past just exploded into the sky
for us to watch and fear
for us to learn.
-Dev
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