Her world is made of porcelain,
One fall and it
Shatters.
Pick up the pieces, glue them together
"There now, see? All better,"
She tells herself
As the wheel continues spinning, spinning
Spinning
Out of her control.
Here she sheds a tear, there
A muffled sob
But she will not let herself be
Broken, no
No one must see
The cracks in the porcelain.
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