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The Glass Girl on Crack
She came out of nowhere
When I was standing at the top of the stairs
She pulled my hair, and laughed crazily
Then ran off.
But she took off to fast
And slipped down the stairs
Her body crashed
When she stood up
Her entire body was lined with cracks
She looked up at me
And asked
"Help"
Her arm held out
She shattered to a million pieces right there.
I picked up all the shards and slivers that were her
And spent a hundred nights
Putting her back together
But when I was done
And she was whole
A statue of a glass girl
She never moved
Or spoke again.
For years I would shudder
At the sight of her
Just standing there.
When I was standing at the top of the stairs
She pulled my hair, and laughed crazily
Then ran off.
But she took off to fast
And slipped down the stairs
Her body crashed
When she stood up
Her entire body was lined with cracks
She looked up at me
And asked
"Help"
Her arm held out
She shattered to a million pieces right there.
I picked up all the shards and slivers that were her
And spent a hundred nights
Putting her back together
But when I was done
And she was whole
A statue of a glass girl
She never moved
Or spoke again.
For years I would shudder
At the sight of her
Just standing there.
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