He whispered in her ear
Words tinkling, melodious
Echoes of something
She couldn’t place
In this time or another
She was fragile and brittle
Because she learned it was safer
Than the confusion raining
When trying to decipher
The meaning behind
His smiling words
That sweetly said
In your glassy state I can
Do whatever I choose
Shatter your smiling face
Or play games inside your head.
His words did not ring hollow
Filled her with a dread
Moving slowly away
Stealth her only option
Severance not what he expected
Now
She’s no longer an empty shell
Made of glass and ready to break
And she’s armed with knowledge
Like an antiquarian
On how to spot a fake.
Ailsa
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