Eclipse
Tears fall.
Not a cascade, nor a drip
a fall.
Broken can be fixed
piece by piece, sometimes fast sometimes slow
but fixed nonetheless.
I guess I'm one of the lucky ones that was destroyed.
Im screaming, terrified.
What did I do? Why is this happening?
I'm banging on the glass
hoping for a crack
just a crack.
But nothing.
Not even a groan
nothing.
I slide down the brick
biting, scratching, cutting sensations tear down my back.
I welcome it.
Nothing can compare to your stab.
I'm cold now.
Ice presses against my chest
suffocating, unforgiving
I can't even shiver.
I'm numb.
This I can accept
this is all I know now,
becuase how can you melt the ice with no sun?
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