the glimmer in the eyes of
the girl in the mirror
streaming tears down her
frostbitten face--weathered,
left cold over years
of dying to the world
and its promises, its expecations
falling for the lucrative lust
of lies in magazine pages
defining the purpose
and will to live
had nothing to do with character
the glimmer of the eyes of
the girl on the floor
a Bible in her hand
and a bottle of pills in another
who noticed the shards
stabbing into her heart?
The sparkle in the eyes
of the girl, just waking--
an overcast morning
she dresses pristinely
reads her Bible and drinks her coffee
wondering when, just when,
the pain will go away.
by Ashley Dodge©
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