Sarah wasn’t always frail as leaves
didn’t always fall
with a single gust of wind
She was strong.
She was steady as a drum.
until that boulder slipped
cracked open her wandering soul
pushed her eyes deep into the back of her skull
pulled at her hair
stomped out her breath
stole her family
and carved its name into her arms

She isn’t small hearted
just has stitching stuck in her chest
She’s trapped in this glass case
wondering where her mommy is

Dear God I gotta get outta here
run away and never look back.