Delicate
She ripped the paper clean in half.
A crisp, splitting sound flooded the room.
For just a second, all was still
Until time continued to turn and cycles were restored--
For everyone except for her.
Tears dripped down her soft, young cheeks
As she drowned in regret.
Reality sank in the deepest part of her chest
And she closed her eyes.
She went home that night,
Lay down,
And slept
The longest sleep she would ever sleep.
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