fairy tale

a raw-edged
dream, unreal.
a fairy tale.

girl

some days
the force of wind,
too strong to walk against
the winds blow over,
make a move,
push…

your frown a smile.

a shard left in the heart,
if you took it out
would you bleed forever?
keep the shard lodged,
it becomes a memory,
form it to the “wish it could be.”

Poetry

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