Perfect Cracks

The ground splinters under her feet

The weight on her shoulders pushing her further into the ground

The ground drops from under her

Falling, her skin flakes

Flaking away with the force of the air

She falls.


She is in her room

Facing her mirror

Eyes brimming with tears

Cracks trailing around her face and body

She turns away

She covers the cracks with hooded jackets and perfect smiles.


She lands. 


In the darkness

She feels the cracks covering her

Like a cloak

She crumbles.


She stands.


She's in her room.

Looking in the mirror

The cracks cover her now 

The perfect cracks

She smiles and the cracks glow.


She flies. 


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