The Glass Heart

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her glass heart One by one, shards fall and freeze in place Like diamonds falling at your feet A prismatic rainbow of tears</p><p id="23d2">The girl made of glass, cureless, destroyed Never seen inside, only through The last glint, demolition Pouring into sharpened waves on the tarmac Never to reach out, never to touch you The diaphanous hand shattered Turning to powder, trickling the hourglass The sand that fills your summers Forever</p><p id="d0e8">© Mona S Gable All rights reserved</p><p id="d863"><b><i>For more of my weird, funny musings, poetry, DIY projects, recipes, and writing tips, please give me a follow and/or subscribe to my email list. Thanks!</i

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A Poem

“The Empty Girl” by Mona Gable

The girl made of glass walks down your street Confounded and hollow, relentless and hopeful She is invisible to you Appraising eyes for a spark As you glare past her With vision obscured And longing distorted

The girl made of glass walks down your street With each new step, more arteries form Spider web cracks along the pavement Up through roots, splintering her glass heart One by one, shards fall and freeze in place Like diamonds falling at your feet A prismatic rainbow of tears

The girl made of glass, cureless, destroyed Never seen inside, only through The last glint, demolition Pouring into sharpened waves on the tarmac Never to reach out, never to touch you The diaphanous hand shattered Turning to powder, trickling the hourglass The sand that fills your summers Forever

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Poetry

The Glass Heart

A Poem

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